This is magic <br />old as the Earth <br />yet young as we <br />in the wine-dark sky <br />to see above <br />those two celestial <br />bodies float, <br />the crescent moon, <br />a boat of molten gold, <br />she swings upon <br />her sole companion, <br />the evening star, <br />bright Venus <br />in the western sky <br />high over where <br />small wavelets scurry <br />in the dark, unseen, <br />out there, <br />to gently break <br />upon the sand — <br />shush, shush, it seems <br />the River breathes <br />as we walk home <br />alone, and hand in hand. <br /> <br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-home-from-the-pub-along-a-country-road-by-a-wide-river-estuary-at-night/
