Day and night, mist Drizzle and fog. The tide comes in, The tide goes out. Land. Ocean. Grey Mirror images Roaring, boiling Raw, chattering Minds to Silence. Suddenly the moon Saws through the fog To silver the waves; Middle night has ebbed. This day begins bright On the changing tide. I easily glide on the path, Beyond the rocks Toward the moon; Waiting to embrace its glow Until full.