across cold waters, blue
fading over aisles of trees, their
green growing deeper while I
walk through myriad
moods and a cool evening mist.
Tides spill in and recede,
always different, always the same;
day in and day out, light
fades into absence of color,
night ever falling
over all.
The inconstant moon,
behind clouds unseen,
alters shape with the wind.
Trees hear lullabies,
sway in stirred air
as if being rocked and I
Growing sleepy too, a long
day done,
at last watch my door
shut closed like the setting sun.
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