Restless waters’ gentle motion shoulders through the bay,
Darkness like a sleeping potion melts the world away.
Pin-like stars hold velvet night, a vivid day to hide,
Silky streaks of silver light on glassy surface glide.
Gone are the gales of yesterday that lashed the waves to foam,
Gone ships and friends of yesterday that chose another home.
The sun will rise, but now it seems eternity’s in reach,
And one can almost feel and hear the softly singing beach.
– John R.H. Blum (in memorium)
January/February 2020 GASPARILLA MAGAZINE 1
Stranded
Photo by Dusty Hopkins
