As The Day Was Passing Poem by David Harris
As The Day Was Passing
The waves lapped gently to the shore
as a flotilla of sailboats rested
in corridors on the water
with their white sails stained crimson
by the setting sun
an evocative silence cloaked each and every one
as they nudged against their mooring
to each gentle wave that passed by.
A tourniquet of lovers
stood watching by the shore
as the day was passing
to be with us no more.
13 October 2009
Very peaceful and inviting. I could feel the waves gently lapping against the shore..smile)
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4/26/2024 1:33:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A truly lovely scene David, painted with your pen. The harbours and bays have such a magnetic pull. It matters not where they are. I am drawn to the sights and sounds of boats, and have watched may a beautiful sun, set on such a scene. Lovely poem Best Steve