~soft hue comes down on us swimming behind the eye perfectly twilight as myrtle and coral drip down the cliffs; sea, envelop us, wash us cleaner than we ever could be tonight i drift languid under the nectarine sky, a new burning light from some ancient antiquity
calls out, amorous, to the sealine, starboard and port, a vaulted firmament; for hope will surface in this prescient summer and abundance will burn in valleys of shoal and endless sojourn.
and so, with plum-frayed hands, in dusk's ardent whisper 'tis all remains folded in my scattered memory rendering all things equal~