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