Dunes of soft sand stretch out endlessly
dappled by pale moonlight
fine grains trickling between my toes

The churning waves lifting and rolling down
like rearing, plunging horses
again and again
up and down, up and down
following the pull of the waning moon 

 The night sky darkens
until it seems to merge into one
with the inky waves
and you can't tell where the sky begins
and the ocean ends