Evening on The Slapton Line

Elemental beauty 
Personified in the smile
Of the bay; 
A ribbon of blue 
Fading to pinkish grey; 
The hue of the horizon 
Giving way to a charcoal
Line - a smudge
Across the canvass
Of the silent sea
Save for the gentle
Rippling at the edge;
Soft roll of shingle 
In and out;
In near darkness
Winking lights,
As vessels make their way
Into hidden ports;
Windows alight
From houses 
Clinging like clams
To the rocks
Beyond which the luminescence
From the Lighthouse
Shines
White-
A beacon in the dark.