11"x 14"
Acrylic 
Canvas
 
 
OUT OF THE SUNSET'S RED
by William Stanley Braithwaite
 
Out of the sunset's red
Into the blushing sea,
The winds of day drop dead
And dreams come home to me. —
The sea is still,- and apart
Is a stillness in my heart.
The night comes up the beach,
The dark steals over all,
Though silence has no speech
I hear the sea-dreams call
To my heart; — and in reply
It answers with a sigh.