Moon

The tide flows in as breath in a child
at times it rushes in as though it has no time
yet though its here for but a while
off it always goes like a cloud in the sky

As moon cruises by like a carnival ride
casting glowing shadows across a sleeping land
it lends a saddlehorn to the frothy tide
giving it a lift over shifting sands

Man and mammal bird and fish
congregate quickly upon a fair beach
casting out deep a silvery wish
Alas!Vanishing moon is beyond reach