moon in an ocean

Cast in a pallor
draped in grey canvas
twin semi-circles shine,
half-sunken beneath
waves of shadow
another half-drunk
sailor on wine,
bottle bobbing
with a single solitary
message, a will.
The darkness exhales,
light of the moon
the only beacon
stands in the sand
night still and warm
reminder of noon
salty eyes blinking
in the still waiting
barefoot and stranded,
miles from his son.