Soaring sails,
battering the wind,
the floating clouds,
are left behind…
the sun is setting,
the sky is turning amber and red,
the sailors are churned out and exhausted,
need water, rest and bread….
The sun, seems like reaching their sail,
the wines being brought up pail by pail,
bread and fruits served tonight,
and the measly morsels are the feast, stars are the light….
The sun seems as if swimming in the ocean,
And seems like a candle’s extinguished flame,
now it is time for a little break,
after a day of tedious game….
the sky turns blue from flamy crimson,
and twinkling stars dot the sky,
the moon shines like a lamp,
and the time passes by….
the sailors’ eyes fixed upon the ocean, blue,
search for a single clue,
if a storm was approaching,
or could they afford to sleep for an hour two?
Seeing no danger in sight,
they leave their worries, and forget all fights,
the day has ended finally,
and the ships settle for the night….
