Open, heart

Light falls,
the breezes slow,
and mist rises over the mountains.
The houses across the water
fade into the trees,
and the white fingers of the waves,
who've been drumming
their loud arpeggios
on my beach all afternoon,
subside into stillness,
sliding off the keyboard
into the lap of the ocean.
Breathe, I say, and breathe again:
open, heart, and welcome the dark.