The Moonlit Tide
My love departs whence the waves tumble
to and fro o’er timeless grains of sand.
Mottled depths of sea drown out restless rumble
as fallen tears slip through my trembling hands.
Say my name, enchanting moon of lore.
I shall not fault you lest my love return.
Beckon tides to well and light restore.
Grant me this before my heart doth spurn.
Full moon cast reflections bittersweet
‘til sunrise blanches all my thoughts of yore.
If I fall prey to waking dawn’s deceit,
Please rise anew to carry love ashore.
Waiting heart shan’t drown in moonlit tide.
In raging surge, for love I shall abide.
For POETESS DARKLY's Blame it on the Moon Contest
10/23/13
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
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