A Moonlit Shore Poem by Alexander Thomas

A moonlit shore will open a door,
The mystical reflection is the window of perception,
Shimmering moonbeams the passage from our dreams,
Faith is the key to the place beyond the sea!

The enduring truth the source of immortal youth,
The image still lingers but falls through my fingers,
As seeping sands through ageing hands,
But what if I'm a fool to splash in that luminous pool?

Time waxes and wanes as my heart strains,
Crestfallen and sad, going raving mad,
I dance to the melancholy tune of the forlorn full moon,
And bang the drum to beckon the rising sun!