Rough Seas
The sky is a restless storm tonight,
Clouds becoming churning seas,
Spraying, rocking, sinking the moon,
Resurfacing, onward, a celestial tease.
The stars, a million lighthouses,
Escorting the moon on its way,
Another frightful journey made,
Then forgotten by the light of day.
Otis and I again, the weary sailors,
Walking the windy beach at night…
Under this heavenly performance,
Well within the storm’s electric sight.
The wind blows fur and overcoats,
Toward the gate of our safe fort.
Warm inside our living room,
Hopes wish the moon, safe port.
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