Walking along the silver sand,
under an ocean of unfamiliar stars,
I muse upon the tide
being gently lured towards land
by a nearly full moon.
small swells approach in silence,
until they gather enough courage
to come out of hiding.
And their time comes
as they roll in
to softly sip at the shore.
But one sweet slurp
is all they have strength for.
They let go with a hissing sigh
as they slide back into anonymity.
At last they have had
their moment of bliss.
By John Heron