A pink and orange orb
that soars across the sky,
mingles together waiting to greet the stars.
The heaving swells die down,
as they wash up on the grains of sand.
One last chill,
the wind gave me,
as the evening gave me one last goodbye on the horizon.
Nightfall made its way
when I sat on the sand.
I wonder if the moon sees his reflection,
Or if it's his loved one he dreads to leave at sunrise.