Sapphire wave and froth stream endless, beyond

time's spaces,

Failing the moment, stripped sere and

fragile in low light,

In the sun hung like a lithium flame on

the horizon's far edge,

Drained to the day's exhaustion, blind, ephemeral,

acute creature

Of the sky, contained in still fear, bleeding

red illumination.

A wound surrounds the oceanic plain with wind

scoring water,

Sagacious conflict intending tide and an approaching

lunar evening,

Complete raging emptiness filled with a microsecond

metamorphosis,

An alien orchid plays, unblossoming, on the souls

surfaces,

On the long tension between jewel and

voluminous sky,

Star-flight, vaporous contention, ragged combat of

the surge, golden

Road, glittering deep to the delirious verge of

colour and sea,

Signalling the sun, passage opening like the lips

of mourning faces,

Slight rain, the tears from eyes, the stars,

foaming gently.

Night consumes the fruit of light and time's

soft song,

Silvering sheen, the infinite furl of shore

and silence,

The moment mute on the borders of blind,

serene creation.