A Poem: Sunset Voyage

'O the fading presence of the sun,

thou shalt not bid thy farewell just yet!'

Pleads the son of the forgotten sailor

as the flickering light of dawn 

slowly washed over by the dusk.

Does the calls of the sea breeze 

really captivate you that much?

Please remember that we're all

missed your gentle sense of touch.

Wrapped in cloth, you set the sails away.

Pulled up your anchor saying goodbye to tomorrow day.

Longing for the field of reeds as you decay.