Saturday, October 24, 2015

As Evening Comes

His scribbled thoughts
dissolve into clouds
pink with evening sun-fire.
Until day descends
into dusk his eyes reflect
that unsinkable blue –
A ship on the horizon
sails ghost white.

Somewhere in a grotto
of yellow rock and olive trees
her shape in shadows.
As day heat generates
into the small of her back
she instinctively reaches –
A small star begins to gleam
A full moon expands

- Debbie Calverley

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