Midnight Tides Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Midnight Tides



A melodious stupor comes upon me in midnight tides
of effervescence.
Moonbeams straggle across the moon's reflection,
watching themselves as nighttime slides towards
morning skies.
Fish swim beneath beams, liking the colors it
provides in the dark.
Since eons of ages, ocean waters continue to move
with rhythmic time, allowing words to continuously
rhyme on sight.

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