Golden Waters Crinkle
I listen to the waves washing ashore
when the wind is but a breeze, nothing more.
And I sit here alone upon the beach,
looking up at heaven, just out of reach.
A breathtaking scarlet sunset paints night
in inks of many colors stitched by light.
And awed by my own interpretation,
I unleash my mind's imagination.
Darkness defuses daylight's dimming glow
as a sprinkle of stars begins to show.
And bathed in quietude, I've naught to say,
watching today morph into yesterday.
Treating Nature as I would any friend,
I share my feelings, watching the day end.
And purging my mind of all sense of time,
I discern peace within Her paradigm.
It's time to leave, yet I can't look away,
all my senses are begging me to stay.
And so, I remain watching stars twinkle,
moonbeams dance, and golden waters crinkle.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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