Blue Arch Seascape

Within the cobalt arch, the silent waters lie, A lighthouse keeps its watch beneath a softened sky. A single cloud drifts on, unhurried in its flight, While ripples hold the day in polished bands of light. A paper sail cuts through the blue without a sound, Its wake a silver stitch that barely marks the ground. Here geometry and tide in quiet balance stay, And calm becomes a place where wandering thoughts can lay.