Dusk
After the rains, the sun shone,
A jewel of an evening
where long shadows caressed the beach,
And touched the churning sea,
The mottled sand, built in tiny peaks,
Amongst the dunes, unsullied by feet,
I didn’t know you’d gone,
They were calling me, to tell me,
But I was oblivious,
I’m glad, because I saw beauty,
And now when I remember that day,
I face the sea, the sun at my back,
I see a glint of light on the scallop,
I listen to the timeless pulse,
Of the ocean, the cry of birds,
The wind driving at the hardy plants,
Who tremble, like my fragile heart.
© Mel Melis (all words and photos)
Dawn
I stayed up and watched the sun rise,
over the North Sea,
I saw her face in the clouds till
the sun melted it away,
Dusk and Dawn, those funny times
neither claimed by day or night,
A time where for an instant,
the imagination snares reality.
