The Quay Poem by mifael llauderes

How I long to stay
And watch the bay in her quiet
Accompanying my own
Ours become a duet

Brushing along the shore
The wavelets leave a fresh
Span of clay and sand…
And stills my mind

The sun is swallowed down to set
The colors start to melt
From ample reds to downcast gray
Is drawn upon the bay

I see the creeping of the night
From where I sit
Awakening the stars, the moon, a bit
From the low eastern sky

The quay awaits in the darkening realm
For the homing boats of the weary men
With birds and breeze a flying by
And memories of the young