Vanishing Blue
The oceanscape is endless,
And her magic rises high—
The hazy glow,
The ebb and flow,
The clouds like snow,
The rocks below,
The wind’s hypnotic sigh.
The gulls in wheeling fanfare,
With their cries in raucous croon,
They ride the air,
Without a care,
With endless flair,
So debonair,
Below the solstice moon.
The sky entreats my wonder,
Coloured pastel, washed in blue,
This wonderland,
I understand,
This comely strand,
A stage so grand,
Infinity in view.
The breakers give their secrets,
Whispered thoughts from foreign lands,
I listen true,
As at a pew,
To every clue,
They would imbue,
From far off foreign sands.
The day is slowly dying,
And a vanishing is near,
I lift my eyes,
To hallowed skies,
The birds that rise,
A matchless prize,
In decades so austere.
- photographer is Bianca Arcari
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