Luna looses her grip of the tides
issuing laced waves to caress sand and stone,
hues of color surrendering to gray,
sweet cool air providing whispers to the willows
and the footfalls of a solitary poet offers no echo.

There is peace in darkness.

Moon's light frost the tips of each wave
delicate in design yet brilliantly bold,
awareness is born as each wave shimmers uniquely,
yet surrenders to join the waters below
to be reborn again in manifest glory.

I am more wave than water.

Flocks of willows dance in the breeze
leaves flickering like stars, like chattering,
empty minded souls, whose mouths must move
constantly issuing vacuous words
as if filling some barren reservoir.

I prefer silence when there is nothing to be said.

Drinking deeply of the crisp cool air I close my eyes
and all of nature is revealed:
the past is but the future awaiting rebirth,
the present already a footprint upon the sand,
and each soul upon the earth a destiny awaits.

And in leaving I take the next step towards tomorrow.

SAS