Reflections

Celestial streamers decorate the sky in tribute to dwindling day,
and sea swells reflect and release the light that comes along their way.

Silk surfaces mirror the sight on land and try to keep the pace,
but muted pastels are quickly caressed and covered by liquid lace.

In the stillness, there is no fear, no hurt, no craving for human mirth
...only serene awe and gratitude for Heaven echoed on earth.

This poem was a finalist in the May 2008 poetry contest