A bright white streaming

As the day cools, and evening
hangs its wash of peachy orange
on the darkening water and the sky,
I watch the boats
stand guard over the waves,
rolling with the ebb and flow of tide
and just for one brief moment
catch sight of this --
a bright white streaming,
all colors coming together to carve
a path across the sea from me to you --
or is that from you to me?
And even as I wonder,
light fades, and the colors separate again,
preparing for their nightly merge
into darkness.


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