The sun kisses the ocean
On the far horizon
Playing peek-a-boo
With little offsprings
Of stray clouds
While dusk dresses up
For his daily appearance
Holding back night
Just to get a few more
Minutes on the stage
But night is relentless
And not to be denied
Every day we watch
The interplay of
These familiar actors
Even though we know
The outcome is predictable
We are drawn to the play
With its light show
Its ever changing scenery
Set in motion by
A master choreographer