The moon, the waves and the breeze
The sea washed here and there, the moon appeared like a clock and as servants of the moon the waves shrunk quiet and flat.
Their plain white faces looked up
as they watched the bulging moon,
while she sent down silver rays
that held them one by one.
And then the sea breeze saw
he started to whisper and sing,
playing strings of marram grass
that lives on the creamy dunes.
Then the moon began to relax
and when she moved her beams
to his vigorous serenade, soft
white puppets began to dance.
So the moon smiled and warmed,
light waves jumped and babbled
and swirled across ivory stones
'til she lifted them high on shore.
Now whenever the breeze is bored
he sweeps away velvet clouds.
If the full moon makes a curtain call
he sighs Madam, may we dance?
Mary Charman-Smith