Moon Song

Brittle flecks of endless sand, white like days grown old
Briny loving swaying sea, young with tales untold
Looked upon a maiden ,drenched, in alabaster waves
Wiping at its salty nose, make sure that it behaves

Patting at the aging sand, she’d nestle in its arms
Wallowing in flecks of dusk, softly whispering her charms
And as the twilight lingered, with that canvas splotched array
Smiles creeping in and out, from moon song into day

What once was weeks had turned to then
Hours, long ago
Slowly wretched, her brine and sand,
From hands as white as snow

And one day when the sand had stopped
Its looking near and far
And ocean calmed its crying seas
Tears as big as cars
She tiptoed like a raindrop
From the lit up city smog
And huddled by the lapping waves
She voiced an angel’s song

A sound more clear than any bell
Notes as pure as rain
Tinkling through the icy froth
Embracing worried grains

Never ceasing, softy played, she sung through days then nights
Her hair like milk, sinking slow, woven, flowing light
Rippling under waves of powder
In the whisking wind
Melting into dust drops as
A clear note rang again

Ocean kicks a spew of mist, her outline slowly fades
Flowing into sand and ocean
Crashing tides and faded grain
And as her song grows fainter
not lacking royal grace
Ocean swallows in a gulp
Her soft and gentle face

Lapping waves of shores long past, sands across the ages
Swallowed by the loving sea, engulfed as sand dust rages
And with the moonlight flickering, with quivering light of gray
The ocean sang with ringing bells, from moon song into day