A midnight luminescence veils the sea, it twinkles, bobbing in reflective rays. Celestial constellations in ballet as diamonds pas de duex in blackened tea.
The moonlight skims across the crested waves... a phosphorescent glow of rippling foam, beneath the creatures effortlessly roam uncounted depths of salty water graves.
Now through a liquid skyline sunrays peek, the sea’s so calm, with not a wave in sight. As wispy clouds disperse in wingless flight the day is new with glory that will speak.
Aside a piece of driftwood floats on by, a gull was perched there, hesitant to fly.