Porthgwidden, that most welcoming of sands.
Blue in the sapphire moonlight.
At moonrise, the waves are amplified.
Becoming the soft breathing of sleeping giants.
Gulls glide ghostly above the midnight black waters
as the surf draws contoured hills on the
Busy ships twinkle: stars in a velvet sky, with
All peaceful. All calm.
The holy water wipes away pilgrims prints,
clearing the canvas for new visitors.
© Tom Tide 2016