Below the rise of the tide

Silver rays of the moonlight,
Lit the skies above my head,
Hidden shadows in the faint light,
Turn my blood run cold

Birds have flown to the trees,
As the night has fallen dark,
I can only feel those wings,
But I don’t even see a thing

Tiny ripples of the tide,
That produced a radiant spark,
While the waters embrace the sand,
Washing to the shore

Little crabs rush to the holes,
Seeking for some kind refuge,
All the eyes filled with tears,
Listen to breathless recluse

Along the ark of void horizon,
Shown the lights of Long Island,
By the time the rulers feast,
All the dancers cock up knees

In the rays of the moonlight,
Below the rise of the tide,
Woven to my rope bed,
And liven to my dreams