Celestial streamers decorate the sky in tribute to dwindling day,
and sea swells catch and release the light that comes along their way.
Silk surfaces mirror the sight above and try to keep the pace,
but muted pastels are quickly caressed and covered by liquid lace.
The stillness brings no fear, no hurt, no craving for human mirth…
only serene awe and gratitude for Heaven echoed on earth.
by Marilyn S. Goerler
Poem and photo: © 2008 Marilyn S. Goerler. All rights reserved.