A swollen moon, hazy.
Blue steam of night swirling,
like apparitions, embracing all that surrounds.
Moonlight, soft, shining tenderly;
penetrating the thick air.
Silvery mist like crystals hanging.
Dew sparkling in lunar light, blue-violet tear drops.
Burnt leaves fallen rustle, solely breaking silence.
Nocturnal wind, supple as lovers' skin;
yet how it chills my body completely.
Sensations overwhelm my presence.
I succumb.
Scent of earth and cedar dominates.
Eternal, vast, black satin looming;
pierced only by luminous orbs.
Familiar voice of the tide, now barely audible,
whispering in my ear.
Here I wait for you.
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