Nowhere Landscape

I San Clemente is always a nice place and tonight, she was something different. wound up by a creator’s hands to such beauty around how could one be indifferent? I vividly remember how beautiful the full moon was, while a slight breeze was blowing, serenity in the form of waves crashing; the pier empty as the moon was glowing. on that cloudy night, into the black backdrop, battering breezes sent chills up my body put on my coat, and in my ponderance, setting like J Gatsby at the dock less gaudy, caught the moonlight reflecting off the waves. it formed a line that seemed to go on forever, even though the dense coastal haze. the night looked like the cover of Ride’s Nowhere I suppose, and I wrote this poem so that this moment in time shall never decompose