The Sun Sinks Down

                the sun sinks down, the sun sinks down,
                wearily dropping between the trees,
                 making all gold, asleep, and free,
                 to dream of rest,
                 beneath the crest,
                 of a mourning, roaring sea.

                 and man once young, is old and weak,
                 ready to share a dream,
                 for rest to seek, 
                 golden, asleep, and free.

                  the sun sinks down, the sun sinks down,
                  touching the waves, refusing to stay,
                  to sleep and rest,
                  beneath the crest,
                   of a calling, roaring, sea.

                  beneath the mound,  man does sleep,
                  to find the final quest,
                  while the grass grows round,and the reef does pound,
                   he sleeps the endless rest.

                 the sun sinks down, the sun sinks down,
                 its brow plunged in the hissing sea,
                 a final glimpse, of earth and men,
                 and give the stars the vault of heaven,
                 beneath a roaring sea.

                 the stars wheel, and sing, and shine,
                 crying like angels in the sky,
                 shining their light on a tomb of stone,
                 of a man that flew past their unblinking eyes.