Sunset At Sea
The long, crimson clouds will soon disppear
As the seagull floats on his lonesome call
The world, now quiet, has slowed to a crawl,
And once again, the twilight's birth is near.
Whispers and wishes of hearts so tender
Intimate darkness grows along the coast
To the night, lovers make a silent toast
Sinking, the golden sun will surrender.
Kissed by the sunshine's last shimmering glow
The majestic sails of one ship at play
That goes wherever the winds chance to blow
Yet looks for a harbour where it can stay.
Captain's suggestion, his sailors should rest.
They drop the anchor and hope for the
best.
Tara Egan - Spring, 1997