Auburn; strands steeped in
Star-light, the
Hazy flecks of cosmos
Like brushwork in the Bridgeport
Eve, the soft of
Your timbre dances

Dulcet in my head
As a jasmine-tinged echo in the
Whist grey of my brain.
Night's veil dissipates with

Fast-fleeting yesterday
And your radiance
Recedes to dream, like the wet
Remainder of a once
Indomitable sea in attempts to
Enrapture me with the vestige of its
Royal-blue waves.