A Mist of Moon

Only the moon
and I
brave this misty night.

Down the shore,
a bottle
comes up for air,

I think its message
might be meant for me;
I will never know.

The tide has beat me to it.
Bad knees, or fate,
have claimed the boat

that held my treasure
or maybe it was a trial
that I’ll forego.

Ebb and flow,
the sea in constant motion,
a lullaby

created by His hand.
In midnight rain, a mist of moon,
another touch of heaven.

One thought on “A Mist of Moon

  1. Sarah,

    Another stunning poem from your pen!
    You are such a talented writer.. it’s always a feast for eyes and soul to read your poetry.
    Thank you for sharing.

    As ever,
    Francina

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