Image on steveslimm.com - -- moonlight on the beach.
Water, transparent as crystal
tastes of darkness when night falls,
and on evening sands, in fitful
patterns, pebbles gleam
in trelissed shawls,
faintly glimmering daylight's white.
Moon wilfully plays shadow games
of catch-as -you-can, its sheen,
repeating sun's stronger rays, framed
now in lunalight, helps dreams
reappear, moonfaced and bright.
Not pearls hidden in rocky seas,
nor all the gull-haunted bays
can keep me from penning meaning
into moonshine layers of verse
caught in moon's white stored light.
Light oozes through this picturesque poem and how lucky I feel to have the superb picture above your poem. 'Trelissed shawls, catch-as-you-can sheen, gull-haunted bays all speak to me as images to die for!