The Beach at Night
The fingernail moon
Hangs low over the dark waves–
As if a gossamer thread, looped,
Were all I needed
To pull myself up
out
and away
into that fellowship of stars.
The fingernail moon
Hangs low over the dark waves–
As if a gossamer thread, looped,
Were all I needed
To pull myself up
out
and away
into that fellowship of stars.