Full Moon Beach

The pale lace of ocean foam Breathes on moonlight shore, Pearl clouds like soft dice are cast On night sky’s black floor. Wind rustles and bends the palms To sea’s lullabies— Night birds cry out like children As summer now dies. Yet, here summer never parts— Always lingers green— The smell of ripe mangoes stay— Sunsets are gold sheen. We linger still in unreal Worlds and hesitate— Seasons call us back somehow To fulfill our fate. Ocean moon is full this night— We heed the call of waves— Water brings us back to life— The earth shall mark our graves.