Candlelights Dinner by the Seaside

By the seaside or where sandy shores, surging sea and an infinite horizon split off;

Breathing a fresh, fragranced, quality, salty air.

By the seaside or where each twinkling candle lights as a fallen star,

Sculpting shadows steadily dancing in the wind, dipping toward the smooth, tidal silver rim.

By the seaside or where the moon is scintillating off the sea mist across the bay;

Contemplating the shimmering sky.

By the seaside or where the wind might smoke each candle flame, like vaporous dreams.

Watching candle flames, flickering with the breeze’s wandering flows.

By the seaside, contemplating silvery sheen from the sky,

Weighting wet stones.

By the seaside, listening to quiet iridescent imagery flows,

Appreciating this moment, associated with the wavering glow of each Candle.

By the seaside or where a transient promise between light and shadows;

Oscillate amongst flickers held in wax.

By the seaside or in the sand, in water, anywhere else;

Tying night whispering secrets to undulating waves, in rare occurrences, as a silent hymn to the sublime sea.

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