Gilded Waters Crinkle
I listen to the waves washing ashore
when the wind is but a breeze, nothing more.
And while sitting all alone on the beach,
I gaze up at heaven, just out of reach.
A breathtaking scarlet sun weaves twilight,
a coat of many colors, stitched by light.
And awed by Nature's beautification,
I unleash my mind's imagination.
Darkness defuses day's diminished glow
as a sprinkling of stars begins to show.
And bathed in quietude, I've naught to say,
watching today morph into yesterday.
Sol is dying, yet I can't look away,
till Dusk absorbs the sun's very last ray.
And remain transfixed, till the stars twinkle,
moonbeams dance, and gilded waters crinkle.
Embracing Nature, as I would a friend,
I feel God's presence within at day's end.
And purging my mind of all sense of time,
I discern peace in Nature's paradigm.
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