Change Of Tides Poem by Vandenbergh Staf

When the bright sun begins to drown, and sky begins to change,
beneath the night's quiet cloak, the moon embarks,
world covered by its veil,
white oarsman above the sea, casting shadows,
on ships and rowers, drifting dark and far,
until the night starts to fall apart,
sun tearing down the veil,
and waves retain their blue color,
aided by the light,
it is this change of tides,
that will forever, mesmerize my heart.