A (Starry Starry Knight) Poem

Standing on my shore of darkness
I am naked (free) standing with arms raised
up to the ever-present stars; they flood my soul
and flowing in from the mouth they shoot out
of my fingers, toes, the ends of my hair
while whispering wind whips millions of strands
and ends of curls lap my legs and body
The darkness engulfs me and the waving sea sings
to my eyes, softly
singing
with dolcet words it moans to me;
I am naked (free) standing on the ever-changing sands
and reaching
into
the
deep cold wet sea, (reaching to me then teasing away)
it entrances me—
the stars follow as I cup my hands and bend down (naked) and reach deep inside the star-encrusted waves

The stars are gone....

the sea is black,
it is graceful and eloquent in its song as it sways far away from me, chanting
I am naked (empty and left open) sprawled in the ever-moving sands
the taunting chanting whispering wondering wind makes my hair to wrap around my face,
arms,
breasts,
legs,
feet,. . . . . . . . .
The wind makes my hair to dance, fall, jump,
like tiny soft rose pedals stroking, caressing my neck
around my neck the many thin strands wrap
(not unlike children as they dance around the brightly-coloured pole in the spring time)
and I convulse, rolling, covered in the kaleidoscopic sands.

The leaves on the bending trees are jumping free
the trees are naked and the leaves are flying (free)
their branches are swaying and the wind, it yells
while the absence of stars leaves me
empty
and
afraid
fallen.