The turning world had turned away
but the sun's rays
bent red through the whole width
of atmosphere
lit the nimbus strands from below
like a pink sea
seen upside-down
or a ploughed field
of candyfloss.
The sea itself shone silver
reflecting clear sky to the south.
Then a wind of the high air
scattered the ploughed clouds.
And the lighthouse's one gold eye
blinked thrice and thrice,
for the dark rocks
for the silver sea
for the boats that plunge
quietly through night.
Then twilight crept west
towards you
over the turning world.
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