As I was going through some old papers, I came across this piece of writing that I did many, many years ago. It was written as an exercise but although it is in need of work I remember well the experience I was trying to communicate - a wonderful late evening at Pedro Bluff! Just thought I'd share it - nostalgia!

The pregnant moon sits content on the distant horizon
Contemplating the comfort of being crescent slim again.
The full bloom of a whole cycle casts a luminous glow
Creating a silvery highway across the gentle seas
Bidding the wandering soul to skip along her street
And complete the amazing Christ-like feat.
How deceptive the enchanting invitation
What a wondrous sight indeed.
Then shattered in an eternal moment
White crested waves in unholy haste
Roars and pounds with fierce devouring
Against the eternal sentinel that confines their fate.
Huge rocks within the breach stand guard
Battered, bruised and broken in parts
From centuries of assault by the salty attackers
Positioned by the Great Commander
He ordered 'This far and no further!"
They stand their ground, faithful and true
And for the waves there will be no breaking through
With solemn reprimand they retreat once more
To await another current, another opportune storm
To launch at the dreaded enemy that always holds them back.
I wonder how it is that I have never seen
The majesty of these timeless guardians
Whose task has been to separate the sea from the land
That humankind may enjoy safe haven
Yet dream of escape into a liquid lunar fantasy.