Wes’s Life

Sur­rounded by palm and frond,
Undis­turbed by all but warm breeze.
The white lac­quered Adiron­dack chair,
Has seen better days.
Worn and splin­ter­ing, coat peel­ing.
Des­o­la­tion over­whelms untouched sand,
Bits of boat here and there,
Amongst remains of five-​star and villa.
Sunset casts the sand on fire,
Embers of purple, orange and red.
Calm rests on the beach,
As the sun clings to the hori­zon.
It too wishes the moment eter­nal.
The sun slips behind infi­nite curve.
Moon and stars freed by cool night,
Remind me beauty is every­where.