SUNSET AT KAWAU (Poem)

Rocking gently
In days last light
The stars emerge faintly
For the impending night
Rippled clouds
Doused in fiery hues
On the water reflected
A poets muse
A golden moon suspended
In a darkening sky
Ascending languidly
Rising high
The hull crackles
Water lapping the sides
In the ebbing and flowing
Of constant tides
Sleep encroaches
As night wears on
The sea singing to me
Its sweet sweet song