The Moon and The Gulls

The Moon and The Gulls

The moon traces

Silver scars across

A silent seascape.

The wind holds

Its breath now the

Gulls have gone,

Carrying memories

Beyond the horizon line.

Resting out the night,

Lulled by the swell

Of blackened waves

That court moonbeams.

A temporary reveal,

A silver flash that

Tricks the gulls

To fish and flail.

The gulls return empty

Once moonlight fades.

And memories are

Once more lost at sea.