The Starry Moon

Standing on the edge of the shore,
Sea water ripples and lashes its waves ;
Its violence and anger makes sense for sure,
As though water shall make rocks into caves.

So calm, so serene, the full moon rose ;
The impure beauty kindles the desire.
Yet as if all the world now suddenly froze,
I stare at the officious flame burning without fire.

Enraptured in the beauty of reflected reflection,
On sparkling water, beneath the moon’s gaze ;
The silvery enigma, life’s elixir potion,
Is this the eighth wonder, without the constant rays ?