A photo lens opens its eye <br />It’s that unique time of day <br />When the light is picture perfect <br />As the sun leans down <br /> And kisses the horizon <br />The glistening wet sand <br />Reflecting like jewels <br />The waves creep in <br />To grab its bounty <br />Red orange stains smeared <br />In the distance sky <br />Brushed by strokes <br />Of a calming breeze <br />Salty air stirs my senses <br />Ancient sailing ships <br />Float by as eye candy <br />Against a majestic backdrop <br />Hands quiver to release the shutter <br />Capturing this hallowed event <br />Of course it’s blurred <br />I rush a shallow breath and hold <br />Freeze the frame and shoot <br />There, I got it for all prosperity <br />The magic hour comes and goes <br />The shade is drawn <br />A twinkling eye winks <br />As the first star appears<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magic-hour/
