Dark Waters

You cannot see it, only feel it
the sea by the night,
becoz it's waves touch the shore,
wet the sand below your feet.

Bringing along treasures of its heart
a few plain looking shells and snails
It only has a low rumbling to
let you on it's presence there,
and a promise that when the sun
will rise from it's womb,
at horizon's slice
You will be greeted with the vision
of it's true blue green splendour

Like the promise of a love
only beginning to unfold
dark and mysterious, yet touching you
in a way you cannot ignore.

Promises of jewels and beasts
each within it's breast, yet unsure
which will be presented onto you the next.

Sea is troubled by the moon, perhaps
lonely despite its expanse,
it tries to reach out to you
and you shy away from it's tide
choosing a more sheltered cocoon.

You choose to wait and test
your faith, in the day's light
only by then the agony of
sea has quietened; tired or
dispelled of its nightly dreams.
Awakened to a world of possibilities
a world of other shores
cool and quite by moonlight . . .