Sea Weep

Penny Hussey

It is night.

Sea mist rises to greet the moon;

Flecks of lunar light journey on the water

Drowsy gulls sleep with wings tucked;

Solitary lovers draped in gray

The waves, like silver satin, ripple

And caress the shore in endless invitation

Impatient foam rushes the land to timidly withdraw

As a blushing maid from a mate's textured touch

The wind scurries a cloud across the sky;

Black velvet shadows the shore

It is night.

Join me.