Night Has Spilled It's Chalice

Night has spilled it's crimson chalice across the horizon Feathered color spreads along the bottom of the bone white clouds the center ball slips too soon below and from the spilt chalice flows navy darkness....and ever deepening ink creeping and seeping chasing the color down lowing it all away Then from the highest heights piercing pin points of light and rising up to them... with tomorrow's sun refecting off the blasted surface A white grey moon to haunt and woo It's light kissing the wave tips stealing the brilliant bait from each and running up into me I am lost in the shimmering serenade Swayed into a hope... I didn't see coming Bedazzled and bejeweled in enticing light as if the shore and sky could join inside me like a wafting song that floats in the night I stop and hold my breath...to listen and not miss one note