The moon dwindles in my hand
as I cup the night
kissing the grayish hills contours
silvery lips, half smiling, bright.

A guitar cries down the road
chords whimper a love song
carried by the sea-salted breeze
eyes closed, I sing along.

Wine glass, hammock
every night reveries sway
until fading in the vastness
of the ocean... far away.