Fade to Black
The waves roll in and whisper to the sand.
Hushed toned tales from mysterious foreign lands.
Two boats pass red green lights shining bright.
One heading home one off to fish the night.
The sky is bright and backlit to the west
In a faded pink toned long sheer flowing dress.
A flock of geese draws the curtains on the close of day.
Silent black dots flying then they fade away.
A round red moon like a glowing ball of fire
Rekindles thoughts of romance and desire.
Happy with what I have not what I lack
As the surrounding landscape slowly fades to black.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014