Moon River Child
to sneak outside,
into the gentle beauty of evening
when all others are asleep,
except for nocturnal hawks like me,
I wander along the river's shore,
in the twirling, dappled
prism of waves, pebbles and buds,
thrown across the grass
by the skyline flickering through
wind-tossed crowns of trees--
a rare sensation as though I were walking
on a gossamer mantle of water : it's true,
i love the taste of nightbreak
softly caressing the glossy lacquer of summer tide--
a fragrant pewter, compared to the coppery
sting of blistering daytime,
that when my eyes inhale the grace
offered by peeping clouds, is to be filled
with a song of moonlight
waltzing with the sea-breeze in a dance fest.
Oh, sneaking outside
in the near dusk hours has been a rite
of mine since i was a child...
and till now it beholds me,
this magical pageant that began at age eight
when from nowhere ,
a relay of stars and a new moon carried me
out the gate and beyond this world--
if only to bestow upon me a mystical tour
connecting heaven's light with waters blue.
Water And Sky Contest of Gregory R. Barden
Re-posted 1/5/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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