In heavens high bower
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night...
by William Blake
Under the moonlit sky the surf runs amongst the rocks. Tempted for a swim, yet I would not go in. The grainy sand sinks from the weight of my footsteps leaving imprints on the coral floor. Brown seaweed lies dead across the beach. Cool crisp breezes blow with soothing sprays. Out in the channel the lights flicker,
green...red...white
I should shed my clothes and in my nakedness enter into the ocean; my solace is there.
I stand on the shoreline, while the moon plays hide and seek with the clouds. The languid water crawls to my feet teases and pulls back...
I want to submerge, but the wind kisses me through my garments and beckons me to stay. The moon shine ripples of crystal on the ocean, then sending his softness on the rocks that guards the bay. There in the bosom of nature I stand, white suds created from the light rolls.
Lightning! A quick whip of light lit the clouds in the left. I've not observed the ring around the moon just yet so hopefully no rain...
Stars are falling from the sky, one, two...
While the shore answers yes to the waves, my body answers to the thought of getting wet from streamlet of ocean kisses.
AOP
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