Moon Talk (Poetry)

The moon caressed the midnight sea
she soothed his wrinkled skin
her low voice filtered through the clouds
and murmured “Dear old thing

year in year out you’ve dragged these tides
enslaved by nature’s whim
your loyalty and devotion shine —
reflect my silver ring...

Tonight I’m full and yet you seem
remote — drained of your passion.
Your waves are fiddlin’ small and lack
those hallmark signs brine-fashioned

I’ve long-admired — flamboyant — free
high rollers lush with spray
that rear like stallions plunging on
storm-driven race their way

across the ocean’s green/black plain
now emptied — not one sail
or funnel witness to the scene.
I’m waiting... bending pale

to tease you into some response
and stir you from your dream
my energies are at their peak
my power flows supreme

but you — indifferent — turn your back
breathe soft a salt-edged snore
immune to each seductive word
however I implore...

While hours drift towards the dawn
I’ll drown rejection deep
make do with love-struck lunatics
and leave my sea-god sleep.”