The Sun burns fiercely down the skies; <br />The sea is full of flashing eyes; <br />The waves glide shoreward serpentwise <br />And fawn with foamy tongues on stark <br />Gray rocks, each sharp-toothed as a shark, <br />And hiss in clefts and channels dark. <br /> <br />Blood-purple soon the waters grow, <br />As though drowned sea-kings fought below <br />Forgotten fights of long ago. <br /> <br />The gray owl Dusk its wings has spread; <br />The sun sinks in a blossom-bed <br />Of poppy-clouds; the day is dead.<br /><br />Victor James Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-picture-2/
