He Stands In Harbor
He stands in harbor watching all things go.
The sea now laughs as burdened ships sail out.
His sight's now frosted by the mournful flow.
Laid low like tides, he falls by passion's rout.
As he goes on, his thoughts lash to the dock.
He hears the Siren's call of days long past.
The sea has shrunk, no bigger than a loch.
He knows the misty course will never last.
But still the song gives salted memories,