BB Grey–musings

By the ocean’s edge, where dunes rise high,

A girl sits beneath the moonlit sky.

She whispers vows to the glowing sphere,

As waves crash blue, their song draws near.

 

The salted breeze, with whispers low,

Combs through her hair, still touched by glow.

She pledges truth, her heart sincere,

To the moon above, so bright, so clear.

 

Thirty years pass, her promise stays,

She drives each night through shadowed ways.

Her homage paid, her faith won’t wane,

If moon preserves her golden mane.

 

But gold turned white, as time took flight,

The moon grew silent, veiled in night.

No more could she plead, no more implore—

Till dawn unveiled a sun’s warm core.

 

A radiant yellow, soft and bright,

Banished the moon’s cold, distant light.

She gazed above, her hair aglow,

A cascade of gold, a sunlit show.

 

With tearful smile, she vowed anew,

To the sun’s embrace, so warm, so true.

The dunes, the moon, the sun’s embrace,

The girl, her hair, time cannot erase.

 

In salted air, they all remain,

A timeless dance of joy and pain.

Then, now, forever—they softly declare,

We need only to dare.