the world is running amok these days. These are perfect days for art & poetry because amidst all the dirtiness there are still jewels like this nice end of day.

SILENCE deep rules o'er the waters,
Calmly slumb'ring lies the main,
While the sailor views with trouble
Nought but one vast level plain.
Not a zephyr is in motion!
Silence fearful as the grave!
In the mighty waste of ocean
Sunk to rest is ev'ry wave.