Silver swans silently swoop in the glow of the somnolent moon.
Smooth, foamy surf, sensuously settles ashore.
Crooning crickets keep hauntingly humming their tune.
Soothsaying stars glimmer and glow making the darkness demure.
Bay's breeze billows the blanket that covers the cooling sand.
The hazy horizon hums with a buoy's bells.
A sandcastle fights, forging its final stand.
Fireflies flicker; flares lighting the dunes where they dwell.
A sole soul sits, an intruder who ponders and pines,
Languidly losing self sense to the sensual surreal.
Pure pulchritude proves that nature deals in divine.
Forever: found in beauty's bountiful appeal.