One-Eyed Owl

perching on the treetops tonight, like an all-seeing, one-eyed owl, a newly awakened yolky moon beams down my town road by the river, near the sea; its silvery glow quietly quiets anxieties of this hurt heart, turns everything lustrous, magical, as I pick my way by the river, near the sea; each stone, thicket and tree is transformed into a friendly shimmering shadow savoring the solace and serenity here by the river, near the sea; as breeze from rising salt tide whiffs briny, marshy scents and, with me whistling low, a bird serenades that moon by the river, near the sea !