Under, lapis peace;
over, celeste. Drift to dark’s
waiting arms, and rest…
There’s something about still water at twilight that leaves me feeling quiet inside. I love the gloss on the surface of the bay.
Under, lapis peace;
over, celeste. Drift to dark’s
waiting arms, and rest…
There’s something about still water at twilight that leaves me feeling quiet inside. I love the gloss on the surface of the bay.