Through the eyes
Of a waiting angel
Dawn chases
The night away
The waves lap
At the marina
Upon sand
And men of clay.
The circle it
Repeats
A scarlet sky
Wipes its soul
Clean against
The fishing boats
In harbour
By the bowl.
The day stretches
And yawns
Lovers wake
From their dream
The young girl
Skips her way to school
The young man
Still a fool.