BRUISED SUNLIGHT

Curling petals of rain lick silver tongues.

Fluffy spray is blown loosely up between thin silver lips

And slithers, tinkling in hard green ice, down the gray rocks.

White darkness —

An expressionless horizon stares with stone eyes.

The sea lifts its immense self heavily

And falls down in sickly might.

The emptiness is like a death of which no one shall ever know.