La Mer, Midnight

La Mer, Midnight

Light on the water
Dances in the night;
Thin, ghostly fingers
Eerily trace the ocean swells.
The sea is strange
In this dark hour:
Like rumpled velvet,
Watered silk,
Or moss-green walls
In a living room
Of my childhood.
A lady, gentle, but restless,
Whose white, frothy ruffles
And whispering gown
Flounce over boulders on the shore.

C.P. Warner
1987

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