Sunset Leap Over Quiet Waters

Above the crimson sun the swift fish takes flight, Its scales drink down the dusk, teal sparks in fading light. A crest of foam unfurls where restless currents play, And molten copper trails on water’s wavering way. The circle holds the sky like lacquered, patient glass, While tides remember salt as evening moments pass. In silence, strength is drawn from depth the day once knew, A single leap turns dark to gold, then back to blue.