Shoot the Moon
by Len Bourret

The bright, white moon casts silvery threads
On' the dark ocean rolls,
Waves thundering at our feet,
The heavens open to cap the starlit scene.
Moved by Nature's grandeur,
Spellbound by her awesome beauty,
I return home carrying the memory of this moment.
A memory emblazoned in my mind.
To be held forevermore,
To be revived when feeling down,
To carry me forward
Through this otherwise decadent scene.
A scene colored by Man's want
For the bizarre and the beautiful.
Of a sense so miniscule and talent so inferior.
Man's creation falls far short of capturing this major design.