As evening falls and whispers at my door
The tipsy moon leaves shadows in my wake.
I hear the sound of restless waves that break
And blend together magic as they pour
Their light into the sky, so stars awake.
In crepuscule the earth begins to make
The sea-stars glint, a million lights or more.
Delicious colours wash another shore
Where rainbow breakers ripple like a snake
And sea-sewn prisms linger evermore.