In a life full of silent places,
And quite introspection,
There is nothing I have known,
When, as a boy,
Sitting on the beach in moonlight,
With the water lapping at the sand,
I would listen to the water,
And follow the Moon.
The stars were there,
But relatively meaningless
In the Moon's silver imitation
Of sunlight.
In the right position,
The moon paves a gleaming pathway
On the water...
A pathway which beckons in a way
The Sun's golden, gleaming
Track upon the sea
Never can.
The silver liquid always spoke to me
Of lands, stories,
Adventure, romance, and peace
Which I could find if only
I would listen to
The water's whisper,
And walk upon the pathway of the Moon.
Donovan Baldwin