In this late time
At the time to welcome night
A universal sense of quiet
A quiet so easily welcomed
Taken at ease
As taken so many times before
A mirrored light reflected
Layers in the quarter bevelled
Ochres, khakis; washed out
Greens and gradients
Washed onto shores
Of pleasant past times
Into unexpected leave
Circled by bays
Perspex, held
To capture hidden
Ultra festive light
A mercurial feel of calm
A calm so simply claimed
Set aside, unbroken
As woken, so often, and no more
