Silhouettes Poem by JOY JOHNSON

She waits by the light of the moon
Starring into a sea of glass
Shinning like silver tapestry

She floats by grace headed that-away
Sailing afar the cold rifled reads
Small pebbles pop to the surface

Look way over there she surfs
Sadly I hear her cries as she softly weeps
Sounds of slaughter salted sea

Her shadow moves she's slick
Slithering hissing snails leave trails
Lady she never sleeps she sinks

Send me something to share if you spare
Save some just for me
See my heart listens for his scents

Sacred saints serve something sweet
A savour scent a great aroma
Splintered by Shepard's sheep

Silence surrounds senseless shores
Sweeping stinky smelly shells
Stop swearing slandering sentences

Servants of season see no savor
Sit still sand Scooters seashore
Surely your TREASURES await you soon