For a long moment all I see
I do not notice the sun
Fading, turning the world red,
The ship becomes a silhouette,
A clipped shape in the dying daylight
And I know, if I wait
Returned from whence it came
Held like a baby
Where it waits, salt water rusting
Its once steely hull, till from solitude
To the vast black ocean
It goes, one last time.
Is the ugly metal hull carving its path
Through the steel cold sea.
Its pulchritude slowly dies,
Leaving just the rose gilded clouds -
A reminder of its lost beauty.
For the embers of lightTo reignite the dawn
This vessel will not be here;
In the still berth of the harbour
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