The waves lapped gently to the shore <br />as a flotilla of sailboats rested <br />in corridors on the water <br />with their white sails stained crimson <br />by the setting sun <br />an evocative silence cloaked each and every one <br />as they nudged against their mooring <br />to each gentle wave that passed by. <br />A tourniquet of lovers <br />stood watching by the shore <br />as the day was passing <br />to be with us no more. <br /> <br /> <br />13 October 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-day-was-passing/
