The soft breeze curls and twists
Teasing the pale gulls as they circle
Blue mirrors blue
In ever changing patterns
Chasing its twin reflection
As flotsam clouds float by
A flotilla of sails gliding
Drifting in rhythm
Like butterflies of change
Sweeping and cresting
Bareback to the shore
To promises and honey
It rolls and breaks
A thousand times and
A thousand times more
In elegance and joyful dance
Before the sun’s twin crescent rises
And ink and silver steals the gold.
Copyright RMC Dec 2017
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