Moonsight

The moon casts an eerie glow hovering over the ocean, rollers flicker till
breaking on shore. Shadows grow increasingly vast, strange new sensations
arise as I am left to ponder my choice of solitude, when it's here I should
be with you. Our lunar friend smiles back knowing the things we don't. And
evening breeze rustles the brush causing their shadows to play deceptively
as apparitions of bony fingers out to shred your soul. Deep within the
brush the wind is heard as if it were great snarling beast about to devour
this lonely victim. Sand flurries sting my body, as I remain perched on the
bottom of the boardwalk steps. The sands merciles stinging worsens; as
howling winds become deafening to my ears, and our lunar friend disappears
above the storm. An abyss crawls upon the earth pulling everything around
into it, as my own storm cascades all around my hands and legs. Crabs run
thrie burrows as the rain beats down upon the beach. Lightening sparks as
thunder warns to run and still I remain on the step, despite the sound of
the crackling brush. The storm breaks without a soul in sight as the moon
re-submerges from above the storm, with that smile upon it's face. Like an
unlit rose against the light, my loneliness blooms as our lunar friend
forever watches, waiting to reveal its secret. While I sit gazing upon it's
face soaking wet and cold, I begin to hear one of the ancient secrets it
harbors about us all - I need your warm embrace.