🌊 Reflections In The Moon-Tide 🌕 Poem by WIN VENTURA

The sea wore shades of borrowed blue,
Like stolen silks from daylight's chest,
And I — a soul with aching view —
Sat where my heart could never rest.

The sunset bled in amber hues,
Its dying light upon my skin,
While waves crept close, as if they knew
The quiet storm I held within.

Each tide that kissed my salted feet
Spoke softly in a lover's tone,
And in that hush, the world grew sweet —
Though I was still achingly alone.

Then...
Above — the moon unveiled his face,
A sovereign light in dusky gloom,
And there I saw, in phantom trace,
His smile reflected in the moon.

A mirage? A memory's cruel delight?
Or truth the stars refused to say.
But oh, that glance — that sacred sight —
Tore every wall of time away.

I whispered, "Wish you were here, my dear,
To hold, to hush this hollow ache…"
But silence answered, crisp and clear,
Like a shattered glass on gentle lake.

Still I sat, beneath the moon.. thinking at those beautiful brown eyes
The moon, my witness in the sky.
And let the sea, in lullaby,
Rock every breath… and let me put a smile.

By: - WIN VENTURA