Lost Tides

Nightly Thoughts

The moon sighs with each passing cloud

And the night breathes, cowed

By the passing of the great sun,

Whose fire, for all has been done-

The Pleiades dance softly

Treading on nimble feet to be

Admired by many wondrous eyes

And at the dawn, to receive their goodbyes.

These lines are anything but

Harsh, papered words cut

Onto bloodless parchment,

Unread and unheard, sent

Through my pen, scratching away deep into the night,

And hear the night's glass shatter at daybreak's light-

These words are a part of me

And of the stormy, dark sea

Of the stilled night, moonlit and silent,

A lone melody that is for me and my poem, only meant.