Twilight Blues

Shimmering grace
Soft and lush
I heard Bach
In the visions of Jazz.
Lives washed ashore
Lucid and Alive
Like billows in the pacific.
Little terns pecked,
Took flight
Carrying the scent of fish and salt.
I sat gazing at the horizons
Crimson and Scattered
Seeking the fullness of being
As she made a castle
With sand and asymmetric shells.