Of An Ambiance Close

 

Where is the expanse – vast

Of both sky and sea

Upon which at noon

My gaze was cast?

Now both night and tide

Are closing in

An aura pressing

Upon my very skin

Shadows grow deep

Waves thunderously crashing

Soon all shall be enclosed

In night’s grip

An ambiance – dark and lasting

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Ambience