A Cove In Cornwall - The Golden Hour

The cool rocks soothe my skin

Still raw from the burning embers of the sun

I hear the waves breaking against the jagged rocks 

As the last of the seabirds sing

And as I mourn the day 

The sun begins its descent

A brilliant crimson and bronze illuminating the sky

Clouds blurring the golden haze before me

And I wonder how I can be so unhappy

In a world with beauty beyond comprehension