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 swell’s 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.