Wherever The Wind Blows Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

The moon has no less radiance than the sun,
Yet here in cloudless night is masked away,
By silken strands of silver spread upon,
The starry sky and masterful array.
Yet standing on the cliffs of lonely sea,
With wind-tossed hair you look upon the shore,
Transfixed in burning love's reality,
To cause our hearts to long for something more.
And though the miles have no scope to measure,
I know that somewhere high and far away,
The stars reveal the height of greatest pleasure,
And you look on in wonder till the day.
Forever changed forever everyday,
Until your eyes have pulled me underway.