It is a rare hour before darkness <br />When water, air and clouds merge <br />To become one indivisible <br /> <br />Thin film of scarlet-stabbed space <br />Where I see neither sea nor sky, <br />Only a firmament of fine ripples <br /> <br />Indistinguishable from each other. <br />Tremulous within the bounds of horizon, <br />And only the dim scuds of stratus clouds <br /> <br />Spoil its rubicund face, <br />Or specks of islets <br />Dent the vermilion shade of water. <br /> <br />All the world is afterward concealed.<br /><br />Jay Decenella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scarlet-stabbed-sky/
