The full moon is pure liquid lantern light

Flowing through the boardwalk to the sea.

The sandcastles lie in the silver night,

With the wind and the waves and you and me.

We wait for the tide to sweep us away

In gray swan ships of water and surf.

The stars will all fail to show us the way

Streaking heaven with sorrow and mirth.

Who knows how long we have lain side by side

And dreamt of the weight of the moonlit tide,

While bright children’s laughter danced between piers

To dance with the waves and ring in our ears.

They don’t seem to notice the moon has turned red,

Eclipsed by the Earth–our alluvial bed.