I can see the moonlight--
dark and crisp over the salty air.
Warm with a tropical freshness
and the oceans forever blue.
Stars come out to greet me
in this rolling ocean but
it is the moon that demands my attention.
It's luminous grandeur
that reflect across the pacific
daring me to dream
and hope
on its endless light.
This silver crested scene
could be three years remembered
but today is new.
New eyes watch this moonlight roll
and these waves break,
A new person lets this warm
salty air blow through her hair,
For I am not three years remembered
and the past is a lesson I don't
need to live again.
So, I will be the image of today
and the hope of tomorrow.