On The Night

One settle of beach crackles sound, the kissy moon arises, and then, alternate starlight stars appear, in different shapes of color will be astonishing yellow and white combine, the one crystal glass of water transformed into, waves of dark blue clear and wannabee musically burier west end, not that windless wonder rush carries onward, three nightingale benches able to sit and fit close, freckle and ripple of the sand eventually smooth, on the night poem itself alone, thinner trees are still and will be concluded, all the night standard statue-like spirited continuum name stones forever more

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-24-25