High above the Pacific shore, an overlook,
a place to hear the barking seals below,
and to view the wide expanse of ocean.
A fading sun obscured into the horizon,
now a faint remembrance on the water.
A few seconds later, the dark waters
extinguished the last dot of yellow.
The darkening view nearer shore is
dotted by lights on fishing boats
chugging their way toward home,
stars overhead not yet in full brilliance
that will come within minutes more.
On another shore a continent away,
onyx night has blossomed for the risen moon,
glistening on the water its white light,
luring lovers of all ages to embrace its splendor.
The sky has been transformed by time and distance.