A Seascape
The moon was at it's brightest
As it crawled across the sky
And created mottled shadows
When the clouds above passed by
There was silver on the ocean
As far as the eye could see
Just broken by black spaces
Where ships were anchored out at sea
The rugged rocks and headlands
In this muted light of night
Expressed a different type of landscape
As what Mars surface might be like
The night birds send a calling
Resplendent in their flight
Dive into murky waters
Catching sea food with delight
The clouds above now gather
Into a mass of silver grey
And blanket out the moonlight
As the moon goes on it's way
Then in the early morning
The moon has gone to rest
And with the eastern sunrise
Is the time that I like best.