The strait


How long since such a stillness came?
All day the air caressed, then rested,
glassing smooth the tranquil strait;
the sounds of far were close at hand
and crystalled to the mind.
In silent gaze the sun now sets,
leaves blue ascendent over gold.
Time glides, and all becomes
between light blue and black -
above, the darkest blue, which pales
to meet land's black;
below the land, the turquoise water-sky.


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