Baubles

Baubles dangle before the brain,

spheres of sunset’s inspiring pearls,

orbs floating reflection’s memories,

nostalgia’s necklace draping the sky

like bubbles bouncing in the breeze.

 

The heart drinks the ambience champagne

slowly sipping its steady soothing serenity.

Holding the moment is tranquility’s glass,

pierced by the sense

that twilight has its own eyes,

as if a specter is in the scenery

silently casting a spell

from another time.

 

On the beach within the spirit

sands of time drift with their tales,

feet touch the grains and hope to leave a mark,

to capture the hour as more than a twilight.

 

And bedeck life in the jewelry of hope,

those gems that float in the mind

as gentle and caressing as a warm wind,

until the beach before the soul

is a splendor reaching from within,

precious and intense,

a siren calling forth

that takes one to places

deeply potent in the purest calm.