Sliver Moon

In the sky the moon is but a sliver. Amidst pondering thoughts I begin to shiver. Something's there stirring from deep within. Mingling around the contents of this lonely den. A shadow is casting there upon the wall. Peering over the edge to watch the waterfall. Visions of roaring tides over jagged stones. Noisily shutting out the long silenced moans. Whispering sweet promises the howling wind as cover. While stepping those stones across one to another. Lightening strikes and the thunder does crack. A tremendous whirlwind of a storm on the attack. Though every step taken be calculated and nimble. All caught up in the storm and starting to trimble. Glaring defiantly in the face of the churned up tide. There's courage in not running back to the other side. © written by Scarlett Sepulvado 3/4/2016