The liquid ebony stretches out
and mingles with the midnight sky
where high above,
as on a throne,
is perched that perfect
sphere of silver.
She looks upon the lapping waves,
the calm,
all serene;
She looks upon the rocky shore,
watching dark nothing
break in two
and become tiny globes of light.
The soft white foam
creeps upon the
smooth beige land
to darken it but for a moment,
only to retreat back to its
blackened home
and hide among the vastness.
The silver moon smiles openly,
casting a healthy grin
upon the rippled water below,
sending gifts of
liquid silver
to float on seas on woe.
