By Tony DeLorger © 2014
The shift of light imbues the fading sky,
with a fantasy of merging colour,
and water glistens, catching that river of gold,
as it shimmers from here to an infinite horizon.
Like jewels tossed in a bed of violet blue,
it transfixes, like a path to the end of time,
and my mind wanders,
immersed in the beauty of yet another day,
melding into the darkness rest,
souls to drift in serenity, dreaming of days to come.
Stars find there way into the darkening sky,
like glimmers of hope, each one a wish, a dream,
and I gaze upon them with wonder,
those vast empty spaces where worlds are born,
and life finds a way,
in the comfort of an omniscient hand.
The pier creaks beneath me,
its grey weathered face lined with age,
always moving, expanding, contracting,
as the tides mark time in an endless passage.
A rusty chain beats out a clinking song against a metal brace,
its high pitched distinctive sound soaring across the bay,
above the hush of lapping water
and dinghies moored to sleep,
and I imagine the fervent activity of the day,
the smell of salty air and fresh fish in the hull,
but now the sky recedes into night,
like a blanket, life tucked in and losing consciousness.
Soon the stars will fill the sky,
dominate this world of sleep,
until life once more returns in glorious light,
to wipe the sleep from weary eyes
and do it all again,
reap the bounty and live another day in paradise.
The natural world is a marvel, don't ever let a moment go unnoticed.