Twas evening, when the fishermen sail,

the sun shifting to shine on other seas,

Faintly glowing the far off stars

herald the approaching night.

—

the light slowly recedes from the shore,

as somewhere a wise owl calls from 

a wooded glade, where rested roosting 

birds ready to wake the dawn.

—

The silken skin of the placid sea

moves in time to a hidden melody

while slowly a sliver of gold rises

silvering the darkling sky.

—

Nearby human quieten, homes darken

and the moon bright sea shimmers.

and within the ripples dancing is

blue phosphorus blooming.

—-

A sole person communes from the shore,

lost in Neptune’s glorious palette,

he meditates on the swells rise

and fall, the salt in his tears.

–

and the sea watching the lone figure,

hears his eternal heart’s brokenness, 

and in its wisdom contemplates the

mystery of human mortality.