Where shoal of sand,
Where sea blasts on rocks
Thence sun plies to the end
Of the day and hard works.

Then the eclipse spreads wings
Making beams of lighthouses flash
Stars spark high bright enough
To calm waterside rash.

Hence tall ships sail skyward
Shaming clouds up to gash
Moonlight path aft my ship
To create darkened dash.

Constellation abreast, constellation above.
I feel phlegm in my chest.
I stand still.
And I love...

Constellation ahead, constellation astern
Glorifying my love
Singing yes to the dawn.