Twilight, Nov. 07, 05:50am

by Lola E.

Light spreads its way 
across the sky like a 

drop of ink
on dry cotton sheets:

starts at one point 
and expands

as wind shuffles
over bodies, seas

hoist your sails
and I'll throw this one

the night can have it

hear the waves

how they seem satisfied
with their hour's catch

and the dawn smells 
so strongly

of copper
and of iron ore

the clouds
are flowers, hyacinths

to be touched lightly, caressed
by your delicate fingers

Written 2017, November 07
05:50 am