n the moonlight I am a shimmer
of anemone flowers washed ashore
on cascades of foamy waves across
the flawless imprint of my love.
Gossamer beams spill down our throats
where there is no need for words below
a sky filled with muted stars driven to be near us.
Tonight we are the sigh of winds
over high cliffs echoing from walls
of murky caves and back again.
Tethered to nothing we are
free of burden, golden sand enticing the
current through ancient reefs,
released forever back to the sea.
Coral Reef from Google