(Martha’s Vineyard)
One last warm summer night
Moon I can read by
(well, not quite)
But enough bright water
wind lapped, moon filled
to light up our boat and its sail
Our wake turns in sparkles
beside the bow
The boat trips along through the waves
Night air fills our spirits
with exhilaration
Elixir out-boosting the day
Someone once told me
the full moon will always shine
Push all the clouds aside
ruling the sky
Here, indeed,
though a choir of clouds has appeared,
The moon passes through them,
lighting them all.
So blessed, they approach it
They circle, they bow
They frame it, they veil it
But still in remains
To dance with them, kiss them
send them along,
and stand, then, alone in the sky.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 31, 2012
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