Evening

    Pacific Sunset

Through the evening haze,
   The sun slipped
    Behind a cloud
  To change her dress.

I peeked beneath the horizon
   And saw the ocean of creation,
    Blue-green, sparkling with life,
  Swirling, hungrily swallowing all she offered.

I joined the feast
   And let her slip into me.
    Warm, still, and then gone;
  A rainbow of echoes.