evening shore

in the hour of transition

the wind has settled in the shade of dunes

the sea is stretching out in soothing waves

into a dream unfolding with first stars,

slowly lit beacons beckoning into a deeper sky

of violet kindness of a halcyon garden

where the trees shine ever blooming

in the glance of silver-sweet streams from our well

flowing with clouds of honey into stillness

of our evening souls filled only

with the beat of hearts,

with the safeness of each other's arms.

(for D.)