As the sun of the day sets and the darkness of the night falls gently
The likeness of supersonic jets trail the unrestrained clouds faintly
And the resting abodes of heavenly bodies unfold in vague dim mist
As the earth's atmosphere and water, meet at that ever binded tryst
In my view is a silhouette reflection of sea-birds traveling faraway
Gway and stone in unending quarrel, smashing in words they say
And upon the shore, fishermen pull out, how fearless, how strong
One by one they escape my eye's sight until they are just lines long
Finding adept leviathans making echoic sounds from cold depths
How brave, how courageous, men of hook and nets chasing myths
Beneath the sea is a prophecy, sunken ships, man-made mysteries
And the moon slowly peeks out it's head creating eternal memories
As it glides on and on upon the surface of the water so gently sweet
December sea winds, beckon on me from the West, oh what a treat
Moments gone in the timeline of seconds and minutes all alone
Waves ease on my hearing, I listen to the step-sound of the unknown
And fix my glower upon the beautiful nothingness of a gloomy sea
In my imagination, I stood on a ledge and jumped into the fantasy
How dauntless, how bold, the fishing boats creep out of the clouds
Near my soul I keep this perennial view as moonlight rises and fades.
