Tonight in the sight of the moon’s light

While lovers explore the sensual dance

And the owls search for prey

I shall anoint the bark of trees

And wander free among the shadows

Caressing the fallen leaves

Savoring the bitter sweet taste of life

Scenting its fragrant agony

It is the ebb tide my love

And we must be brave

It has inevitability on its side

I sing the song

In a breathless whisper

Grasp the nettle and taste the blood

While all creation exalts

Silence returns with its soft syllable

To meld the moment

Mock the fear

Resurrect the hope

This poem is taken from my poetry volume: EBB TIDE

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