Nantucket Peace

January 14, 2010
What midnight brings to you,
Is just what midnight seems to be.
A laughing seagull flies its way over
A gentle midnight sky.
A morning it searches for,
Which hides on the opposite world.
Cotton holds your laughing tears,
As it’s cocktail hour for the sky.
The lighthouse hides,
It’s weary eyes.
And Nantucket shuts its way to sleep.
A quiet night,
Sleeps the teens.
The boats are hushed by a midnight breeze.
The beach is deserted,
With peace and home.
Bare feet scramble through angel born shells.
And the seagulls still search for a bone.
Mystifying fog heals over the ocean top,
Echoing out all worries held in the depth of our island.
The life wakes up on the moon,
Sharing its ways to the bottom of our world.
The starfish dream, scaling their ways to the town.
A Nantucket dream:
Melodies of bright futures,
Sing their way to the stars.
Clad in hope
On cobblestone they roll to the sand.
And Nantucket sleeps,
As morning peaks,
The ocean redeems its peace.





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