A silver nosepin shines on
the night's face, as stars
are picked up in a black net
and pinned across the sky.
A wrinkled mat on the sand
tells the honeyed tales that
whispers wore up their sleeves
under a shimmering bowl.
The time stands witness to
the mumuring echoes that
rose from the blue waves in
the swirling oceanic moments .
Some scented breaths hang
lose in the salty air that lines
the depth in the vibs ,eyes
sing the song that the shores love.
Oh my ! this is loaded with passion/ very very beautiful !