Quiescence II
Dusk is a quiet time at the beach
As darkness overcomes the light of day
Waves gently fall upon the rocks - Breaking
Water splashing upward evolving into a mist
The smell of the tide filling the air.
A beacon cast forth from the lighthouse
Illuminates the evening sky - So bright
As it cuts through the incoming fog
Yet is absorbed into the distant darkness
Silently dissipating into the night.
A quiet time - Soothing to my senses
Bringing tranquility to my spirit
Calming the very essence within me
A time of rest and quiescence.
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