Ray Bilcliff - Photography: Light spills where the tide breathes slow. Footprints fade where the cold waves go. Ships sleep on the burning line. Day lets go of the edge of time. Sand mirrors sky, the hush feels deep. The sea has secrets it vows to keep. Sunset hums low like a soft goodbye. Night ties knots in the open sky.

Light spills where the tide breathes slow. Footprints fade where the cold waves go. Ships sleep on the burning line. Day lets go of the edge of time. Sand mirrors sky, the hush feels deep. The sea has secrets it vows to keep. Sunset hums low like a soft goodbye. Night ties knots in the open sky.