The fullest moon and starshine falls,
Upon the sand and water calls-
It beckons, beckons “Come to me”,
“And dance this still night’s reverie.”
A soft cool breeze in palm trees blow,
The sound of rain and I below,
With wonder, wonder on my mind,
My safe and peaceful harbor kind.
A lone ship sails on open sea,
A lighted path for its journey,
And onward, onward it must go,
It draws my inward fancy so.
Now I alone on calm cool night,
With fullest moon and starshine bright,
It beckons, beckons, “Come to me”,
“And dance this still night’s fantasy.”
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 18, 2011
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