A silver sphere up in the sky
The silent witness of our lives
A symbol of mystery and magic
That never fails to mesmerize
The moon waxes and wanes
In a constant cycle of change
A reminder of life's ebb and flow
And how nothing ever stays the same
It illuminates the darkness
And casts a mystical glow
A beacon of light and hope
That we all can come to know
The moon is a celestial wonder
A guide to lost souls in the night
A symbol of eternal love
That shines with a radiant light
It's a canvas for our dreams
And a muse for poets and artists
The moon is a reminder
Of all that we hold closest
So let us look up to the moon
And marvel at its grace
For it's a gift from the universe
That shines upon our face.
About the Creator
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles6 days ago in Fiction
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