This place is where the setting sun sets fire
To all the endless wide expanse of sea.
Here at the land’s far edge I find the wire
Connecting us all loosely. Look at me
Silent and gazing within and without
To find the meaning that the coast implies;
Places like this can edge the mind with doubt.
Across the air a lonely lost cloud flies
Towards the sunset’s moment in the glow
That is its soul, reminding me that here
Something’s extinguished. As I turn to go
A window’s wiped, a future is made clear:
Each sunset’s just a sunrise’s first draft
And we’re all sailing home in time’s long craft.