Red Sails in Sunsets Bright
A dream about to grow and take flight
Red Sails in Sunsets Bright
Red sails cut through the evening glow,
bathed in fire where the last winds blow.
Golden light on restless waves,
a fleeting path the water paves.
Distant cries of gulls take flight,
lost in dusk, in coming night.
The ocean hums a low refrain,
a whisper soft as parting pain.
No shore ahead, no way to steer,
only the dark, the deep, the near.
Red sails fade where embers die,
swallowed whole by the burning sky.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
Keep reading
More stories from Marie381Uk and writers in Poets and other communities.
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 5 days ago in Confessions
Comments (1)
Perfect image and words. Red is usually not my favorite color, but for some reason this image I may rethink. Good job;