END OF THE DAY:

Beribboned waves fluttering in the breeze,

Fluted wingtip, the silent gull glides & dips,

Down he bows, & gently from salty life, he sips,

Flames of foam lick & lap at rosy wine seas,

Moulten gilded orb of day ends in burgundy fire,

Sunny bronze gives way to icy silvered moon,

It´s gone before my eye, gone too soon,

Slipping into misty black silence, falling from the pyre.