Walking Beneath the Rising Crescent Moon

at midnight marks park is bathed
in moonlit luminance. 
ocean breath 
mingles and meanders 
through sand, shrubs and sculptures,
that rest like prayers upon the land.

these alien silhouettes defy slumber,
waiting as one for the sun to ascend.

dark water rolls and rises
before exploding against the rocks;
whitewash dispersed 
amidst shallow hissing whispers
that carry oceanic particles 
to the stars.

he stands atop the headland - 
fists clenched, mid-stride;
his bronze heart black with grief

walking

from an unknown place 
to an unknown destination.

an imposing presence
like a spirit of creation.
I reach for his hand 
and lead him to the edge
where we sit cross-legged 
above the sea.

the scent of sandstone and metal
the glow of Bondi behind
we inhale the crescent moon
and peer at hidden constellations
whilst conversing in haikus
about the nature of being.