Between Day and Night

Between the blue sprawl of day And the expired light of night, A seductive winding-down by a sky no longer drawn tight. Clouds wisp across a molten orb Like fingers over an amber eye, Steal sapphire from the sea, Leave a long spill of golden dye. The beach sips lapping water Lacquered in gray and white, Shows a slick of sand glowing, paved with dusk’s lamplight. Sun-shrilled colors muted by the moon’s proximity, Voices join a murmuring tide, Floating snippets of clarity. At water’s edge, two people Gazing out, front-lit, backs black, Moving to a spacious rhythm hidden in the waning sun’s slack. Scattered notes drift unhurried from a guitar strummed unseen. Or is it music only I hear? Ah, yes, so it would seem.