Beating sun across the deck
Images formed as shadows evolve.
Eyes strained against the glare
Searching shadows before they disappear.
The haze creating mirages of wonder,
Dancing up from blue crystal water
Spheres of colour-entwined merge into one,
Such beauty created in the haze of the sun.
The funnel whistles the ships turn
Blinking straining eyes to effect clarity
But in response it still remains unclear
A slight tilt of the head and it isn't there.
Eyes slowly lower to the glass
As she brings it up to her lips
Letting the sweetness roll over her tongue
Before looking back to the setting sun..
© Em-beth Oct 2001
Written for Poetry Cirlce
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