The Phantasm Poem by Raghav Kapur

As I walk along the cooling sand
Of the brightest orange beach
At the mouth of the water I stand
Towards the clouds I reach

The twilight peaks over the water
The moon reaches over the clouds
Milky white light does scatter
Fish swimming back in crowds

The beauty of the scene cannot be told
For it is far too much to behold
For all the world to wonder
And for them to sit and ponder

'What can be so special about a beach at twilight'
They ask; not knowing the beauty of the end of the skylight
But I will remember this for the rest of my days
When the phantasm is gone, imagination yet stays