A tide of words might remind us of the ways
The sunset ocean carried a patina sky glaze
While the silhouette mountain, snug in warm haze
Watched a gentle boat drift through the dripping sun blaze
Then the stirrings of lights from a hilltop maze
Promised the coolness of night would bring a starlit praise
And now we are satisfied with the fullness of days
Lulling us to rest in the friendship waves
Primitive Joe 