adamdaniel

Grotto by the Bay of Naples

Dying day upon the bay,
With sighing water stretching grey,
Boats and schooners make their way,
Towards the sunset’s dreamy play.

Fishermen in lonely keep,
Before the swaying ocean deep,
As the nightshades rise and creep,
On dark volcanic rock so steep.

Puffing ash from out the mount,
Vesuvius a fiery fount,
Breathing dragon breath so high,
Across the evanescent sky.

Labyrinthine sea side caves,
Dark as pitch with sloshing waves,
Coloured rock in orange hue,
Khaki shrubs atop in view.

Silver heavens hid beyond,
Occult past the ocean pond,
Where the ghosts of doom abscond,
Shooting stars an astral wand.