Nightfall

Pelican spout on the rocky plymouth
White plumage fading silver of feathers
A dough of cotton tuffs in the ciel
Turned to grey tinged sea of blue, rabbit's hat
 As day glides down crystal balistades, wistful
Onward we row our boat, crowds of gulls blanket the shore
Ceiling of twilights, a sea-fairing low mist that twas upon us...créspuscule.

I picked 'blank verse' as the poem style as there were no other options. I'm not sure the style of the poem I wrote. It has a flow to it like music, like a brook.