The light of a slowly-sinking sun stalks the evening sky and here a stream entering the sea slithers across the shore, rustling the pebbles quietly at its journey's end.
I just could hear its murmurings and the gentle hiss of sighs as, tired now, it feels its way towards the great unknown.

Or is it a lullaby, and the disturbance it is making, the disturbance of gently rocking arms?

In this still air the sea lies calm, distantly reflecting a glory glimpsed as through the open window in slowly-moving clouds.

I would sleep on that sea, sleep for eternity, and in my dreams
melt through the gauze in which I am enshrouded, and melting,
all my being merge into tranquillity.