The moon on the sea has polished a mirror
Etched its image in dull quicksilver
The cicadas sing in the evening shadows
As summer wanes and slowly mellows

The night murmurs in bewitching charm
Fills the spirit with a nostalgic calm
A mysterious lighthouse far away beams
Under its watchful eye, the steel body gleams

By Clara de Lataillade

Share:

Share on facebook
Facebook
Share on twitter
Twitter
Share on pinterest
Pinterest
Share on linkedin
LinkedIn

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

On Key

Related Posts

scroll to top