Horizon carpets in pink appear at the end of day
to cushion the pelting sun and the ocean spray
and for weary seafarers to climb upon and rest
after a long day’s journey to relieve their stress.
They stretch upon the waters way out at sea,
miles up ahead maybe one hundred plus three
before the darkness takes them away unto the night
and the crimson sun gives up without a fight.
Horizon carpets are so beautiful in their place,
flaunting their decorous surfaces in pink lace,
almost touching the drooping clouds at eventide
while still flashing their shrinking lights inside.
They illuminate the fissure of the drooping clouds
and climb in as much space as the space allows
before giving way to their overpowering weight
and their iridescence starts to abate.
Now it is time for the blankets to disappear
at night-time’s calling for midnight draws near
and seafarers are fast asleep on the cushions
and to the night their heavy eyelids succumb.
Then to the next day they ride the friendly seas
up ahead with their backs to the gentle breeze.
How beautiful are thy horizontal carpets
and thy crimson lights glowing in the clouded slits.