Night Time

Written many years ago.

Alone along the beach I walk,

forver silent afraid to talk.

The moon hangs low,

and in the night the wind begins to blow.

Light and soft it begins at first,

but then it grows with a strong thirst.

The moon once in the sky is there no more,

it's dead and gone like some beach shore.

Author's Note

Short..maybe...needs a bit more but can't quite place my finger on it. (The picture for this poem I took personally at a local dock).

Reviews

[samuel austin]

that was amazing!
it seems like an unfinished thought but none the less increasable.
keep up the good work!