The noon sun

shone from a cloudless sky,

making brilliant points of light,

diamonds on the ruffled waters.

Perhaps the seeds that stars grow from

to fill the nights sky, when the sun sleeps

and the moon hides her face.

 

Later the sun

melted and ran like butter on the sea.

Golden splotches stretched

by the inky waves.

Then it was no more and

sank from sight beneath the tranquil waters,

gray in the evening light.

 

Along the shore,

mist, a billowing duvet

luring the unwary to sleep

among the rocks and shoals,

where the tide sucks and

tiny creatures make their homes.

Living small important lives

in the suburbs of the ocean.

 

The moon rose,

a silver shaft on the now still sea.

A silent sword of light

impaling the boat on it’s blade.

No wind, no human sounds,

only the breathing of the night

and the eerie calls of birds,

like lost souls wandering

between Earth and Heaven.

 

Peace and the promise of another day

to enjoy the beauty of this world.

Mind uncluttered by those things

which seemed all important

so short a time ago.

 
 

David Garlick, Victoria, May, 1992