A Magic Place, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Magic Place

A stillness flows over the open land
A blanket, the sky is my quiet shield
The ocean rolls softly toward the sand
Powers of this setting sun is revealed

Stretching out attempting to catch its rays
Letting them fall softly upon my hand
Wonderful feelings, always to amaze
Overcome by this sight so still I stand

Watching the horizon as colors spread
The big ball of fire is distinctly white
Crowned in yellow fading to orange-red
Giving my heart such a delightful sight

Until total darkness I’ll hold this place
With the feeling this land is full of grace