At the end of a summers night
the daffodils and the lady bugs tuck in
their babes to sweet clouds of salted mist.
From the shore the sirens wave
across the cerulean lagoon, to the sea grass
and anemones braided in the blue.
In ribbons of violet and crimson,
the sky lifts the ashes from the earth,
and compose through crystalline dust,
a symphony of effulgent stars.
In uniform, each light dims
along the coastline. All three states of matter
touch at the shore, and blend into the universe.
The portraits of young doves hang over the
sand, in the gallery of summer love. The depth of
the sea echoes back the flounders lullabies.
Sweet songs in the night, I am forever yours.
A prisoner of the deep blue.