A Night of Color and Light

 The golden gibbous moon

Shone benevolently upon the night

Surrounded by the silver stars and planets

Shining bright

Against their backdrop of dusty blue midnight

Casting down their light

To catch on the surface of the waves.

The waves in turn

Where they rolled upon the shore

Rippled with seafire

A line of light upon the sand

And twinkled with phosphorescent sparks

Like stars a blink within the sea.

And I a poet in my kayak

Set forth within that night of light

The golden moon

The silver stars

The green touched blue

Of the seafire

Surrounding me in a sphere

Of color and light.

The phosphorescence lit in clouds

About my paddle

As it dove into the water

Rippled like fire in my bow wake

Glowed against my companion’s hull

As if her kayak was lit from within

And not without.

When I struck the surface of the sea

In a skimming blow with my paddle

The light was such it nearly hurt my eyes

The blaze of my paddle blow

The seafire scattered in the air

And ignited as the water rained down.

A handful of water scattered

Fell like a meteor shower

Upon the sea

Discrete drops of light.

I held the water cupped within my hand

And saw nothing but cold, clear, water

But when I sloshed it

Light bloomed

And I held the seafire in my hand

As it spilled back into the sea.

My fingers dancing in the water

Ignited clouds of phosphorescence

As if my idle orchestration

Brought into being, light.

Never before have I seen

Such glorious phosphorescence

Igniting in blazing clouds

Shining bright even beneath the gaze

Of a brilliant gibbous moon

Never before have I seen such color

Within the night

As I did beneath the golden gibbous moon

Whilst delighting in the green touched blue

Of the seafire that bloomed that night.