Evening by the Shore

We waited outside amidst the softly stealing sunlight
Watching reluctant golds wink away from green blades,
Verdant swells that matched the ocean’s might.
The waves still shone with shallow shades.

The flushed sky laughed at earth’s last gleam.
Tired, we pressed our knuckles to our eyes
And marveled at the beads of steam
Skittering across our sight—just lies.

Until the old sun merely blinked and vanished,
And pulled its laughing light with it.
Our clocks wound down and languished.
Our beds cozy, nestled, and moonlit.

It really doesn’t take a mental leap
To know that evening’s when we fall asleep.

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