A ghost moon rises with twilights fall.
An evening vesper ritual begins,
beyond the dune grass covered shore,
sifting over wood planked paths.
The symphony of the pounding surf
calms the mind of it's whirling thoughts.
Warm sea spray dusts skin with salt,
as cool sand caresses weary feet.
A few minutes spent in self company
entertaining the beach with the day's events.
Making a wish on the first star out,
or casting a dream on the ocean waves.
Out past the moonset from the twinkling sky
into the universe that dream does join
the myriad of other dreams sent up
each to flicker in the galaxies.
There every dream awaits a chance
to become
a hoped and prayed for
reality.
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