By the Water's Edge
A ruby-red sun slowly starts to sink;
its sanguine sunbeams coloring clouds pink.
And as a molten moon mirrors Sole's face,
its gilded beams begin to fall in place.
And as dusk's darkness drowsily descends,
a star-studded sky suddenly transcends.
And, wave wrinkled waters washing ashore
form frothy foam tops, the seagulls adore.
The beach sands are orange with crawling crab
that tides, tethered to the moon, cannot grab.
And a fog fashioned from droplets of mist
fosters faint feelings of just being kissed.
Now, night navigates through the tides of day,
inking indelible shadows that stay.
And as ebony engulfs everything,
charcoal clouds corral the moon in a ring.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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