Where the Waves Reach the Moon

I want to be on a beach

With the full moon so big in the sky

That it looks like it’ll crash into us.

And I want to feel the moonlit air

Rush past the trees, bringing petals

From far off,

Right to where I would sit

On the white sands.

And I would watch the waves reach up,

Trying to join that full moon; one that’s

Too powerful for the clouds to hide.

With bonfire smell roasting in

The flowing night,

The crackling sound of fire and waves

Match the twinkling stars.

That is where I want to be.