The Moon has Secrets

The moon shimmers on the waters still surface
It makes it appear like a ferocious ocean
The shadows create a hundred mysteries
And a hundred more stories
There are ships locked in great battles
Under a glimmering white light
The are captains misreading charts and maps
Under the dark of night
The moon lingers on the waters still surface
A young boy, late night fishing, casts his line
He disturbs peace and splashes his catch
The creature looks in agony and if it could surely speak
Would cry, scream and wine in agony
The moon shines and brings forth a thousand secrets
A man leaves his wife and the shores of land
He sails all the sea he can
And be it by angry waves or fair maidens afar
He loses his peace and crashes with his ship to the beneath.
He loses his life, his love and longs mercy to come
To ease the regret.
Yet the moon is still there. The same
And the water, is still there.
It is just us that make them seem bare and open