In time with the moonswept waves
flows a midnight rave's pulsing beat
lemon-lime toenails scatter the sand,
which glides lightly through the gale
and sticks to splashing tanned feet
Flames chained to blackened log holsters
leap free into the sea,
enticing moths to crystallize,
close their eyes, changing into fireflies,
materializing throughout the night,
in light showers and darkening sparks
The breeze dances unsteady in the balmy air,
blowing through flowing hair and towering palm trees
the stars blink to the tune
following the lead of the moon's sinking silver beads,
reaching down to bathe the beach
The sun sneaks, stealthy
Life- like art
draws him
to deep pools with shades of past,
where pines reach blue skies
and his hands, rough from pen and sword,
dive in with a splash of rain
to birth truth