Misty Moon commands the magic sea
as lovers run unafraid and free,
seductively into this starless night
enticed on a fearless lovers flight
of foam soaked bodies, lure of tide,
pounding surf, while passions ride
bound in gravitational flow,
smell of ocean, ephemeral glow
leading lovers hand in hand,
into tomorrow; cool silver sand
on salty skin, sea grass swaying
toward the dunes, laughing, playing
Misty Moon.
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moon is always a marvel for the poet to delve in its arrayed subject.superb imagery creates a sense of nostalgia,only the poem deserves !loved it immensely !