Rocks and sand
tickle the salty waves,
as they wash up against
the endless shore.
A young deer
kneels for the ebony night;
staring in awe
at the crystals of light above.
In his dream,
the moon hangs in a belt
of floating crystals. Watching,
and listening; to the rythm
of the sea:
advance
and retreat.
10.03.2016
