The full, new moon glistened like a silver shield.
The stars twinkled in the deep azure above.
A cloudless sky – a heavenly plain!
The wind called a truce and breathed benignly.
A gentle zephyr blew across the stilled mere,
as moonbeams danced on the mirrored face
of that tepid pool. No beast roamed abroad:
No sound perturbed the evening calm.
A discernible ripple betrayed the stilled.
the water, as a sail fluttered o’er the hulk
of a tiny fragile boat that blithely tacked
with the meagre gust of arid, August air.
A sole sailor cruised on a lonely course,
homeward: his modest catch round his feet:
the bountiful fruits of the depths below.
Peace reigned in the moonshine on the mere.