To be the place which I call home

do you know it?
that place where meet
fiery lord and his
slippery azure mistress
at the interface of judgeless sky

they come together
drawn by a force never fought
until slowly slips he
into her foamy bosom
and expends his flaming passion
for rest therein

hot and cool
both descend to darkness
to await the coming hour, when
like a dove released
majestic he rises forth
back to inflamed reality
which thereof is naught
to quench his thirst.

I know this place
special and tender
where gods come
in sacrosanct union
to bear the fruits
of a cosmos in harmony

to be an archaic temple
wherein man can witness
yet not trespass

(to be this place
which I call home.)

Author notes

If you have never seen a sunset over a large body of water, you don't know what you're missing.
There's something to be said of the simplistic vibrancy of warm color of sky and cool color of sea becoming one under the fading light of day ... it's a sight I never take for granted.

Just to be clear, I live in a harbor in a small village untainted by industry or excessive population. It is my little slice of heaven, and I miss it dearly when I go away.