The Moon at the Beach

I walk to look for life.

Perhaps mine.

I look in the sand, I find a pebble, it is smooth and round, it feels good.

The sand is cool,

the night is upon us.

The moon rises like a huge ball on the horizon.

I feel transported, its force threatens to pull me across the waves.

Heaven is touching earth and I am in a trance.

Its stealing its way, a huge shining ball.

Slowly it creeps up the sky laughing at how it tricked us.

The night slowly stole its way into our lives.

The sea glistened.