Crickets sing a symphony <br />as the sun slowly sets over the bay <br />the horizon is painted red <br />but it is not angry tonight <br />The small waves lick the dock <br />carefully, almost sensuously <br />as I slowly sip the wine <br />that has become one of my greatest friends <br />a thin trail of smoke <br />passes through my parted lips <br />and tonight, <br />like many a night before it <br />I am at at peace<br /><br />Katherine H. Belle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-on-the-bay-2/
