The Bay

A silver finger of moonlight
stretches across the bay
highlighting tiny boats
tugging at their moorings
in a bid to be set free.
It silhouettes two lovers
sitting on the shore
fighting at the restraints of love
in a bid to set them free.
The silver finger shimmers
on ripples from a breeze
as around the bay is silence
waiting for the dawn
to remove its gag
and set its sounds free.

20 March 2010

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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