The waters of the bay twinkled
under the light of the peek-a-boo moon.
Little boats tugged and nudged their moorings
on each passing wave.
Lovers strolled arm in arm
along the sandy shore
as above them within the ceiling of black
stars blinked like radiant jewels.
The moon played peek-a-boo
behind each passing cloud
as the ghosts of yesterday’s past
stood and looked on.
The lights of the little town
danced across each curling wave
and the night creatures scurried in their way
before dawn rose to greet everything with a brand new day.
The dreamers tucked up within their cosy beds
dream the impossible dreams.
All the while, the moon plays peek-a-boo
with lovers on the shore
oblivious to the night cries of an owl on the wing
and the night chorus of the crickets
and the summer song they sing.
Two lips kiss in the darkness
and then are silhouetted against the night,
as the moon plays peek-a-boo from behind a cloud
on this lazy summer night.
3 January 2010
