Upon a Desert Sea
The full moon was half risen above the Earth
shining her nightlight across cooling desert sands.
She smiled, deep in thought and a sense of mirth,
"This could have been done with my own hands."
The grand landscape resembled a barren shore.
Sepia grains being slathered by rippling waves
without a trace of footprints, boat or an oar.
This sea had no depth to serve as watery graves.
No lush oasis springs from this seaside scene
nor cool stream to quench a traveler's thirst.
This Eastern dune held no date palms of green
and seldom witnessed is rain from a cloudburst.
Here, the moon does not control ebb and flow.
These tidal surges are guided by Mariah's wind,
where scorpions have no fear of an undertow.
A vast sea of sand where man feels chagrinned.
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2018