Horizon, sunset on the horizon
Light scattered falling from the sky
Reflections, ships on the water
Shorelines, cityscapes; fade, fade away
Orange, yellow, ochre, rust, blue
Flames flare from her chimney
As she tugs the majestic sailing ship
Underneath a sky with sun, with moon
Did he ponder on the galley
Wondering why not a soul in sight
Could the sea have been so many colours
Would that the imagination beamed so bright
From across the oceans, sailors gather
Line the decks as they reach the shore
Yesterday was flags and bunting
Today is calm, good men quietly go
Storm clouds behind the night
Bring brightness to the fore
Light, a likeness to your image
Your sun drenched early evening sky
Mandolin wind, you have the weight
Strings whispering, you are so so nearly being
Drum skins smoothed, brushstrokes wavered
The bass guitar plays, you gently weep, you cry
Promenader's right behind you
Waiting, watching your vision unfold
Your story you gave us on the canvas
Eight score years or more ago
Reds, greys, silvers, whites, golds
The flickering flag atop the mast
Ropes, rigging tidier than nature
Close up close I spy a crew
A sea of two-tone reflections
Mirror sun, mirror moon
Painting thousands of projections
For the nation to consume
Did you say you were going nowhere
No more the sea to be a roving
The last voyage has been taken
The last journey gone
We should have seen the sadness
The colour was without your joy
The smokestack racks our guilt
Cracks upon, our mistaken preconceptions
