Fresh Eyes

They’re closing, inexorably now,
The sunset-hinged claws and jaws
Of this high-tide, smooth water
Dark-sky night, to spectacular
Seashore-songbird overture notes.
Fresh eyes will open,
New stars be named,
Small men of the shadow folk
And maidens of the coastal veil
Will meet, laugh, dance and
Share the rich, rainbow fruit
Of forbidden summer valleys
Ere day’s disk be seen again.

27/5/2013

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