Purple Twilight of the Endless Sea

Standing on the deck
A lonely sailor.
Hand on the helm
Eyes on the horizon.

He's proud
Of his only wife,
While she catches
The wind in her sails.

Night is fighting
Her duel with the sun
Soon it will be dark
But the sun dies gloriously.

The red and blue clouds
Of the twilight
Dance as well in the sails
Making purple their white.

The sailor smiles
He wouldn't change
seeing that for the world.
And he is content.


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