The lake shore at night is a very mystical place. Most times, the only view you
have is the murmur of the water meeting the sand. The beauty of a moonlit night
from your vantage point on the sand can be both romantic and erotic. It can be
contemplative and awe inspiring. Convey your poem, keeping in mind the beach
and this “Starry, Starry Night”.
A solitary
walk on the beach
and round me nicely out of reacha couple clung to one another
love fevered eyes gazing at the other
murmuring low under the starry night
with moon a quarter and palest light.
And glad was I to be alone
listening to the waves intone
cymbal crash, soft whoosh
boom and hussshh.
Then looking out to sea
my eyes caught a twinkle wee
as a pinpoint. A fishing boat
or other craft on the ocean afloat
no, a star… then, ten thousand blazed
and breathless, dumbfounded, dazed
“Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!” Lord,
Byron and I were of one heart, one accord.
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