Through the last of the summer’s warmth.

The evening draws me south to the edge of the sea.

Where a glorious full moon oversees caressing blue-black sea

Lighting a sparkling road just for lost dreams,

through which the ferry slowly passes as the pilot’s launch speeds by,

winking red signals at my shore.

Of silence made to cry at a silent moon

Youth shouts by, victory ignoring

young women giggling their anticipation as they stride arm-in-arm towards the club

where dreams ride a testosterone cloud

Once nervous for war now

triumph is shared with other men who have known the pain of battle.

Hanging pictures on unseen walls

Dripping saline at that moon

Tomorrow is another day