The sun is long gone

and the stars are being 

outshined by the

brightest moon of the year

The air is cool

but the spray from 

the waves is warmer 

than I expected

The boat speeds us out

to the edge of

a mystical realm

Known for mirth and mayhem

We peer through the

glass bottom, looking

for coral, sea creatures 

And the bones of ships

Sunk long ago

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L. Stevens is an intj who loves learning about everything and filing it away for later. She finished second in little infinite’s first haiku contest, and her poetry has been featured by Pack Poetry, Freeverse Revolution, and Heretics, Lovers and Madmen. 

She writes short stories and poetry about the moon, darkness, and anything else lurking in the deep abyss of her imagination. More of her work can be seen at everyday-strange.com and on instagram @everydaystrangeblog