If anyone read the story I wrote about the Performer, Then you already know this poem. Ok, here goes. Seaside Sunset Blissful blue bows Of Wondrous waves wander From Docile docile docks To Cool coasts And Beautiful Beaches. Sunset saunters slowly Turning Beautiful blue bows Into Purple pillars And Red Ripples. Marvelous moonlight mourns The Sad, sorrowful sight Of Sun's slumber. But beckon, brother, And God's grace gives! Sunrise shines soon.