Moonlight to Morning, poetry by Ash Douglas at

Moonlight to Morning

Moonlight to Morning

written by: Ash Douglas



I remember nights that seemed only for me.
Everything still, silent…time fixed.
I sat by shore, lost in its wake.
Watched as mossy moorings danced in captivate.
The moonlight stretched my little port, reaching for tomorrow,
maybe running from yesterday.
A lull of loneliness, like a blanket.
Protects me from exposure.
Suspended in salty bliss,
I bid good morn to the sun.



There were many nights I sat and watched the moon on the shores of my home. This is a poem about being lost in one of those moments.

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