Boats sit on imperfect mirrors,

images sensitive to the breeze,

whilst birds burn the double waters.

 

the sun drops

colliding with calm water

burning

streaming

it looks and repels, but we look again

shadows drawn on air

on water

beguile, a golden warmth

sucks in thoughts

expels calm

'worry tomorrow' it soothes

as the dying embers draw forth the slumber.