Tightly Clutched
Time and again,
life is as capricious as the current of air,
yet right now, I sense a nocturnal, harmonious blending.
The upper, black immensity is leaning over the sedated shore,
night is lukewarm, timely, gentle winds are pleasing,
the circular moon is distant, lit with a full lustrous face
and hemmed in by spangling stars all about.
Tightly clutched not only to nightfall's control,
but also, to its seeping of a tranquil embrace,
taking on, the inexpressible charge that I experience
while walking in the cool, effortless hours.
The euphonious deep, dark as crimson-red wine,
salts the atmosphere to preserve a worthy indulgence.
As it rolls toward me
through its appealing surges of approachable exchange,
it sees where I am encumbered.
Here in the billowing dusk, the massive deep
is a gentle maker of musical melange;
inserting a bliss of solitude
and sounds of clarity to linger on.
To this night I cannot come back to,
but I can consume and savor all of its assets;
the visible, the audible.
Forcefulness, Influence and Mastery;
the soothing and stimulating ocean strokes.
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