Vapour

Vapour While I sit lonesome at the water’s sprawl, crepuscular rays have the heaven’s sigh, as golden hues descend on evening’s crawl, and soften the edge of a fading sky. A gentle mist ascends above the lake, to veil twilight’s plunge with a hoary shroud, slowly curbing my vista to opaque, while swans shelter unruffled in a crowd. A sailboat drifts athwart my vision lines, winding in patterns delicate and slow, clutching the air, adapting to the signs, an ambling dance as the leeward winds blow. In this serene and tranquil atmosphere, my thoughts like vapour gently disappear.