Rose-pink silk stretching
Across a gossamer horizon.
White and blue collide
In a sky warm as a mother’s embrace.
Gold light upon orange earth –
A haze on the horizon.
This time demands
That all be quiet.
Royal purple cloaks the sky;
Childish treasures, pirate hunts.
The sea turns grey, the wind is soft,
This hour is ours, the best of all.
Bleeding red or silver white
The moon is rising in blackened sea and sky,
To guard our games and light our path,
When one day ends and another began.