In the evening, by the sea
subtle ripples, bright as liquid silver, flash
an ocean of color, to drink away the sun  
a line of light fades into skies of night
from the call of deepest dark
a birth of luminous stars
such blue, white fires, only burn
no cares, no seasons do they discern
they have come and gone, without our knowing
they will never sleep, only change in cosmic storms
burning away in the vastness
of other forms