Midnight on the Beach
I live in New Jersey … it has been summer for the past three months … there’s going to be a poem about the Beach.
Midnight on the beach,
we look out on an ocean of Fantasy.
Safe in each others arms,
protected for eternity.
Making plans that never come to pass,
as we wade in the Ocean of Fantasy.
But we can never be ourselves
doubting our dreams
with the moonlight at Midnight
casting shadows of fright
between us.
I have always thought that a beach at night is one of the most hauntingly beautiful things in this world. Everything on the land is still, peaceful and serene. The darkness is almost palpable. The only light is the moon and, if it is a clear night, the stars. This scene of near absolute stillness is foiled in immediate proximity by the Ocean, which never sits still. Thus the beach at night becomes simultaneously a place of stillness and constant motion, illuminated only by the moon and reflection of its light on the waves.
Duality as a physical location.
