The moon has murmured to the sea
and left the shore bereft.
There is no power to return the waves
but her mysterious will.
The moon has recalled the sea from caves
which now I enter in, silent and still,
to see the glistening jewels of stone
her treasure trove within.
There is no power to return the waves
but her mysterious will.
High tide and the moon decrees
that sand and shore be drowned.
Her power to command the seas
leaves me outside her caves, silent and still ..
those treasuries reclaimed by the force
of her calm, imperious will.
atomsofstars 
atom, you are so clever…you really, really are. How can I tell you what a delight your poetry is for me. It satisfies on both the aesthetic and the cerebral level.
You’re much too kind, Shermeen, but I am pleased that my lines give you pleasure 🙂
Thank you very much for taking the time to read and to comment on them .. I appreciate your interest … as I wrote in the poem ..’On writing’
‘I was here for a moment
that melted away
but if I should meet you
in these lines
scribbled in ink,
I’d hear a faint echo of your mind
I’d like to think…’
( more than a faint echo, I think, Shermeen 🙂