The dockside is a quiet place now.
Through the veil of cloud,
No moon or stars can break.

The dominion of the night has been broken.
No moon or stars can shine.

Though harbor lights and the town’s behind,
They shine
The faint bustle of the town is heard.
It is distant.

The bustle of a town is so far away.
I cannot comprehend the melding of the two.

Though this harbor is the town’s backbone
The harbor now sleeps.
Glass-like water reflects the lights of the town.
I hear the sounds.
But louder are the gentle lapping waves upon this boat;
The faintly clanging halyards in the breeze;
Clanging their percussive symphony.

Voices sometimes break the silence.
My own voice, too,
As I sing to myself, and the sea.

Singing songs of peace, and songs of the sea,
Songs of the life I would lead.

Sleeping harbor, your quietude fills me.
Sleeping harbor, you harbor me.