Sunset Bedtime
SUNSET BEDTIME
The sunset kisses the ocean’s fragrant lips of salt,
Lapping ‘neath the sky’s purple veil and vault.
In perfumed mellow waters, in their glory golden,
Deep sighs the sun, great lazy yellow melon.
Glowing, flowing his way to rest, down drawn
To make love to the sleep-hazed horizon:
Their golden bed where fused desires deep
End in surging final flare-out - and then sleep.
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Written 18 July 2012 by Sydney Peck
Entered in Francine Roberts’s Contest Top five Sunsets
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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