Almost Night
It is a different kind of peace
when you have said all there is to say
and there is nothing left but moonlight.
About this poem
A shortling. It did not start that way, but editing can be brutal. And wonderful.
Tom
Poem: Almost Night
Quarry House
The poetry, photographs and thoughts of Tom Atkins
Quarry House 
Tom,
I love watching over the ocean! It is so special seeing reflected on the ocean. Beautiful!
Exquisitely written. Thank you, Tom.
Thank you, Steve.