Tightly Clutched

Time and again, life is as capricious as the current of air, yet right now, I sense a nocturnal, harmonious blending. The upper, black immensity is leaning over the sedated shore, night is lukewarm, timely, gentle winds are pleasing, the circular moon is distant, lit with a full lustrous face and hemmed in by spangling stars all about. Tightly clutched not only to nightfall's control, but also, to its seeping of a tranquil embrace, taking on, the inexpressible charge that I experience while walking in the cool, effortless hours. The euphonious deep, dark as crimson-red wine, salts the atmosphere to preserve a worthy indulgence. As it rolls toward me through its appealing surges of approachable exchange, it sees where I am encumbered. Here in the billowing dusk, the massive deep is a gentle maker of musical melange; inserting a bliss of solitude and sounds of clarity to linger on. To this night I cannot come back to, but I can consume and savor all of its assets; the visible, the audible. Forcefulness, Influence and Mastery; the soothing and stimulating ocean strokes.