The night exhales along the breathing shore,
tide loosening its silvered seams.
Salt rocks remember older names
than those we give to longing.
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon
holds nothing back.
Light drifts across her skin
in slow devotion,
a hush taught only by distance.
Stars hover, while clouds learn restraint.
I stand emptied by the listening dark,
heart tuned to the pull and release.
Foam speaks once, then repeats itself.
Morning waits, patient and undone.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
Discover more from Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
Posted in beauty, contemporary poetry, Heather Mirassou, poem, poetry, poetry challenge, skepticskaddish, Writer
12 responses to “At Lunar Low Tide – by Heather Mirassou”
-
A profound sense of weightlessness in your writing, particularly in how you describe the interface between the physical world and the internal one. Wow ❤️
LikeLike
-
-
The way you wrote ❤️
LikeLike
-
-
-
Heather this feels intensely intimate to me.
As if the sky and sea are lovers, or about to be.
Brilliant writing!.LikeLike
-
This is so beautiful. I, too, love to stand and listen to waves against the shore, the tinkle of the shells, the movement of the foam. Your poem brought me there.
LikeLike
-
I am glad Sally. Thank you for taking the time to leave feedback.
LikeLike
-
-
Absolutely sensual to me too!
LikeLike
-
Heather, this felt like a dream that is remembered and desired to be repeated! Bravo!!
LikeLike
-
Thank you so very kindly.
LikeLike
-
Beautifully composed Heather 💕
LikeLike
-
Thank you so much.
LikeLike
-
Beautiful.
LikeLike
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 
Leave a comment