Every night at sunset he stands out on the pier.
Although she’s many miles away he waits until he hears.
The sweet song

Sailing away to foreign seas,
I search the shore for my wife,
Then I see her all alone,
Standing forlornly on the shore,
To

 Ships At Sea 

Ships at sea, whipping white sails,

Hushed seas, beckoning shores

Shivering weakness,
freezing rain
the children know
it's happening again.

Watching the house
sit black on the hill
the old man

Twilight sleeps on event horizons' twine
Where the present, past, and the future combine
And a lost soul may seek unholy wisdom