SUNSET BEDTIME

Written by: Sidney Beck

SUNSET    BEDTIME


The sunset kisses the ocean’s fragrant lips of salt, 
Lapping ‘neath the sky’s purple veil and vault. 
In perfumed mellow waters, in their glory golden, 
Deep sighs the sun, great lazy yellow melon. 


Glowing, flowing his way to rest, down drawn 
To make love to the sleep-hazed horizon:
Their golden bed where fused desires deep
End in surging final flare-out - and then sleep.


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Written  18  July  2012  by  Sydney Peck
Entered in Francine Roberts’s  Contest      Top five Sunsets