Shadows on the beach in the dark of night
Blankets over shoulders from a chill that might
Come from the ocean and play on your cheeks
Haven't been cold in over a week
Sitting here waiting for stars that move
Watching for meteors...cutting the groove
Tails of light trace the darkness
As balls of stars form a tender caress
Over skies of midnight blue
Chasing lights from me to you
Alone on beaches for hours and hours
Waiting for this meteor shower
Dampness calling...shoulders numb
Dancing skies and stars that come
From darkness...volumes...heavens deep
Tails on fire and memories keep
The night alive in pale moonlight
Years of chasing in our sights
Light beams away in solar's keep
While motion lulls our souls to sleep
Giving us a playful chance
To take in heaven's on moondance
Tybee Lighthouse looms her beam
Playing on the soul and seems
To take away the stress of work
To fill the night with endless quirks
When nature moves on high with motion
As tunes of tides wash in from oceans
When nights are sliced with whitened tails
When centuries show of light avails
The eyes to see and ears to open
A gift from skies and endless oceans.
Your superb imagery enhances the experience that you share via your verses here, Susan. Lovely work! Thank you for sharing it. Love and best wishes to you,
As a skywatcher myself, Susan, I can truly appreciate the excitement of watching meteors streaking across the star-studded night sky! Very well penned; enjoyed~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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God bless you. Kathy
Regis
Richard
As a kid I'd lay on the lawn and just stare at the stars...
Love Tinka
Sandie May Joyce :o)
excellent imagery
as always you manage to place us(the reader)
there with you
Love & Peace be with you
Happy Thanksgiving
William
What a beach. . . . .
Your writes are always a treat.
Great picture.
Doug
Beautiful and vivid, This is why I love your writing so much.
Love, Pierre
O, I love this one. The SkyWatcher in me jumps for joy at the spectacle you've penned! Well done!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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