Monochrome was the intoxicating theme that night.

The toe-tickling grains of sand

Awash in the full moon’s glow,

Stretched to infinity.

.

The milky orb’s kiss,

Ruffled the serene sea,

Arousing uncharacteristic, tumultuous tides

-an unconvincing, weak protest.

The distant palm trees,

Danced with reckless abandon,

In tune to the thunderous drums,

Of the mighty, magnificent waves.

Inciting a raw, primitive emotion,

In an enraptured audience of

A solitary congregation of one.

The seductive caress of the briny breeze,

And the saline scent flooding the nostrils,

Dragged me into a drugged high,

Lulling me into blissful oblivion.