Early morning amber tide lapping.
Heaven above, heavenly below.
Glowing bright, brighter;
Glistening all places between.
Breathe in union with the waves, for
now is the time for lovers and soul searchers.
Every hue bleeding then healing in to the
dark horizon. Becoming one with all.
All is glowing, and so vibrant.
The Lighthouse quails in shadow
beneath the blaze of loving light, in this,
The most precious of all places.
© Tom Tide 2016