full moon
waiting for the moonrise
over the ocean ~
(why isn't the beach packed with people?)
the gulls are hanging and hunting
over the curling surf
and patches of foam are pink from the setting sun
slowly, slowly the tide is coming in
birds float by as if a pair of wings
were the easiest thing in the world
suddenly tim pointed, 'there'
and a tiny piece of horizon glowed
orange
and the moon birthed itself from the sea
as simple as anything,
oblong and perfect
it floated and hovered
and the blue earth turned under it
the full moon over the sea
casting quicksilver and mercury
onto night waves
it seemed a place of magic
and I imagined how easy,
in ancient times,
it would've been
to imagine there was a path
over the sea
and that the light would hold me up
*
9 comments:
really beautiful brooke. :)
Big sigh of appreciation of beauty...
these words:
and the moon birthed itself from the sea
and the blue earth turned under it
casting quicksilver and mercury
onto night waves
to imagine there was a path
over the sea
and that the light would hold me up
so beautiful...
thank you Brooke ~
oooo this is loverly. It reminds me of camping on assateague island- we too saw the full moon that night :)
hi, i'm over from Helen's place.
your words were so soothing to my scattered soul today.
and that shot is pure breathing.
oh my. this was absolutely beautiful. you have such a way with words, this poem touched a place in my heart. we just returned from vacation, the outer banks of NC and this, this poem? it was the exact feeling i shared. thank you for putting this into words. it will most certainly be kept in my journal of inspiration, by you. i read below on your loss. i am so so very sorry. i know that words are hardly adequate. sending lots of thoughts, prayers, and hugs your way. thinking of you. <3
"and I imagined how easy,
in ancient times,
it would've been
to imagine there was a path
over the sea
and that the light would hold me up"
breathtaking.
perhaps we cannot actually walk on water. but that path of light continually holds us up. i know this to be true.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Beautifully magic.
(It did not occur to me that one could watch a moonrise! How amazing.)
"the full moon over the sea
casting quicksilver and mercury
onto night waves"
i just want to crawl inside this golden image and these gorgeous words and live here. :)
"and the moon birthed itself from the sea
as simple as anything,
oblong and perfect"
Your words take me make me feel the beauty, through your eyes. I love this poem. xoxo
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