Moonlit Slumber

A dream upon a ship so still,
anchored firm in a twilight chill,
a hush of sea, a pulse of air,
with salt and silence everywhere.

The world a blur, yet sharp and clear,
warm scented breeze dissolved her fears.
up left, a lighthouse stood alone,
its tower cut from weathered stone.

It blinked a rhythm slow and true,
against a sky of charcoal blue.
the window glowed, a tiny spark,
a friend within the peaceful dark.

A waterfall, both wild and neat,
fell tumbling fast, yet truly sweet,
into a basin carved with care,
a mirror holding nature’s flair.

Then down again in threads of glass,
it spilled and shimmered, bold and fast,
as if the mountain wept in light,
to mourn the silence of the night.

She woke with water in her ear,
the scent of sea still soft and near,
and for a breath, the world was wide,
as gleams of light sparkled inside.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 295 June 30, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕