From the Doorway at Night

I hear Adele sing her 

bluesy tunes

highlighted by your classically trained

tones.

I see planes lining up,

in mid air, no less.

Isn't it amazing to 

line up in mid air?

I hear the bay,

breathing in and out,

in and out,

in and out,

In. And. Out.

Laughter splashes

over the dune.

It is the flirting kind

camouflaging butterflies

but failing miserably to disguise

the excitement of a brushing hand.

Was that intentional?

I hear the bay

breathing.

Though darkness shades,

life is abound.

The Sun never sleeps.

The world keeps breathing.

When the lights go out,

one only needs to listen,

and waves will rush to shore.