It's midnight;
sky a black silky velvet,
moon a malignant metal disc,
with an ethereal glow;
a serenade of heaven's black,
support a chorus of stars

Ocean waves lap lazily,
a dancing hem of a long , flowing gown,
a jumbled concoction of  grey and  blue,
glowing like melted platinum,
in lasers of  moonlight,
spilling onto the sand with a loud sigh.

I close my eyes,
nestling deeper into my deck chair,
letting in fresh ocean air  
into a grateful pair of lungs.

It is the same ocean back home-I muse,
the same sky, the same moon, the same stars,
and yet it's  different here,
a surreal calm that feels almost godly,
I pull the locally bought scratchy kaross,   over my body and close my eyes,
the haunting lullaby of the waves ,
the swell and sigh are now  distant,
as the sleep catches on,
under a shimmering moonlit  sky.