Tonight, I write to you
My Shakespearean love
        My prejudice and my torment

Where I stand tonight
Is two galaxies and a lifetime away
In a place you could not follow

I write to you
My heaven and my hell
        In supplication and in praise

Tonight, I beheld a glorious vision
Of a proud moon claiming dominance
Radiating triumph over cresting waves

Though the tide was low,
My spirit was raised
        Eager to share this wonder with you

Now is the moment of my discontent
        As I stand in splendor and wanting more
I fall victim to greedy thoughts

No soul should pass on
A mere two footsteps from heaven
Without knowing pure beauty such as this

I am terrified of insulting the proud moon
Afraid of upsetting this delicate balance
        Of causing the perfect rhythm of waves to fall out of order

My footsteps sound as a hundred thunderclaps
The tropical summer breeze blows warmth across my skin
        Wrapping me in foreign contentment

This beach is too perfect for my dismal soul
        I corrupt the image by being here
        How few, these nights have been
 
Oh how cruel a fate to witness this
And lack the ability to describe it
        It is an emotion too vague to grasp

This night has changed my life
        How inadequate I feel
        Unable to seduce this into prose

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