Nightly Appearances

Indefinitely extending layers of sand,
caressed and fashioned by the ocean's hand-
a silken, smooth, darkened plane
embedded by the crystalline, sweeping grains,
where the dimmed waters converge with the land

The night is hushed, a mirrorlike lake-
barely a ripple, barely a break
A sailing boat rests upon its waters of glass,
nothing can stir its tranquil waters, nothing to pass,
the lake remains dormant at night, never to wake

Pouring waters, cascading falls
creating an impenetrable, nightly wall
of the faint shimmers of midnight, surging foam
billowing out to form a frosty dome
whose eeriness can hypnotize, whose sight can enthrall

Perhaps the most captivating occurrence at night-
the rare dancing of the northern lights
Against the backdrop of the sky- dazzling hues
from amethyst, ranging to azure blue,
can send spirits soaring to untold heights

They hurtle down, like incandescent rain-
ignited, swooping, showering grains
that form a parallel to a drizzle of fire
whose existence, sadly, swiftly tires
But until that time- nighttime radiance reigns

The night is so silent, but never dark,
for it is lit up by a belt of sparks,
a crystal clear phenomenon, so very far,
spiraling galaxies, slashes of stars
that cut through the darkness to form an illuminated arc

A sinister sight- deathly pale,
enveloping the night in a luminous veil
The moon hangs, powerful, for in her domain
despite the gloom, its light it can retain
the shadow of the night, it ably impales