All the King's Men Found Poem

A New Light
This cracked sylight under which we stand
provides barely enough light to shine
on the sun- bleached sand.
The ocean, filled with brine,
leaves all glistening with moisture.
I look up, and stars and crescents
in the sky are together cloistered.
The moon shines with its brilliance,
the silence bulges and creaks,
the waves come in a beautiful reciprocal motion,
I finally find the one most unique,
and I learn that love is not just fiction.