Night

Small Poem

Water, as a canvas for paint of the moon,
The moon's artistic flair casting its reflection;
Its reflection shone from a flamboyant lunar brushstroke,
A lunar brushstroke spread masterfully over its aquatic surface.

Heart, pulsing rhythms that echo though her hair and the sea;
The sea shimmered, stormy swells beneath her gaze.
her gaze, smoothly controls the chaotic waves,
Chaotic waves expressing her wordlessly.

Night, depths of darkness from a broken soul;
A broken soul housing the vulnerable gentle glow.
A gentle glow nearing from behind her,
Behind her she sensed his presence.