When dusk falls

via here

When dusk falls here
It is silent, it is quiet.
Elsewhere, cars honk, tires screech, television sets drone on and babble.
Pots and pans, dishes and forks
Clink, clatter and rattle.
The world getting off from work and gluing itself to what distractions it can find.

But no, oh no.  Not here.
Here the waves crash,
And the moon rises
Seamlessly slipping amongst the wisps of clouds
Like a clipper on smooth seas.
Inky dark sky with a sprinkling of stars
And then the night.