Warded Seabee


On level sand this night I walk
The moonlight bathes on black deep blue
Ashore my soles sink so calmly
As ocean reaches past me slight
Note the song that beats the rock
Lying on wings this moonchild drew
Sound drowned thoughts go solemnly
And peace I now know this night


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