In the night sky, hazy with sea brine, hang stars, winking distantly -
Suspended in the dark spaces between the minutes, remotely lighting up the sky.
The moon, haloed and full, grins down upon the earth, passive and patient -
The thin, shimmering moonglade cast splits the ocean in half all the way to the horizon.
Waves roll and crash onto the sandy beach, a constant rumble -
The music of the ocean is eternal, constant through stormy and calm weather.
A breeze is thick with brine, salty, cool, causing the trees to dance;
Sand and the smells of thyme and lavender and ocean brine are carried with the wind.
The distant horizon is smeared in the brackish haze, dark, faraway;
Ocean and sky are indistinct, becoming one in the black line in between the water and the heavens.
A lighthouse breaks the darkness at intervals on the pier, an arm outstretched,
The light, a slice of bright white in the blackened night;
The broken arm of the pier reaches out into the ocean, grasping,
Crumbling rock and cement barely clinging to itself against the ocean waves.
Suspended against the dark spaces between the minutes are the stars -
The full moon is haloed in the brackish haze, grinning, passively watching.
The sky and the ocean disappear into the horizon endlessly, forever, into the dark -
And the rumbling of water against sand calls to my soul, forever pulling me home.
