Faye

For the very first time, on that star-scattered night, engulfed in the summer's sleep, and bathing in the perfectly rounded moon's shine, streams of silk-like gold brushed the endless midnight sky.

If not for the moon

that pulls the ocean tide up,

revealing raw sand,

then when would the sea

be able to thrash waves

when only at stillness?

And the surface water sits,

heavy on its floors