Evening

A line of golden dust settled across the cerulean sky.

Blinded by the beauty, I stood watching the scene in awe.

Down the gleaming sea smiled like an enchantress.

Luring the watcher, her love-smitten swain.


Caught between the two equals, one serene and another roaring.

The swain staggered, intoxicated by the overdose of beauty.

The evening burgeoned across the tranquil coastline.

Swaying in the vignette of colours, lost in glory.



A soft moon was on its prowl behind its fluffy companion, the cloud.

Quietly usurping the place as the swain stood in trance.

A dark, massive shadow took over the golden evening.

The captivating beauty called night tiptoed in with a black shroud.


PS: Thank you, buddy, for sharing the image. That was the inspiration for the poem.