Ferry horns cut through the salt air
Camera clicks catch light nowhere
Watchman stands on sandstone ledge
Beam cuts through the sandstone wedge
Wind steals heat from copper skin
Night drops fast where days begin
Harbor watch the circle swings
White arc dances on broken wings
Ships asleep at anchor chain
Dusk writes lines on window pane
Lens cap off I frame the shot
F-stop wide I caught the scene
Rusted rail and peeling paint
Salt etches depth without restraint
Wind steals heat from copper skin
Night drops fast where days begin
Harbor watch the circle swings
White arc dances on broken wings
Ships asleep at anchor chain
Dusk writes lines on window pane
He offers tea from dented flask
No questions asked no heavy task
Just quiet company is shared
Silence louder than declared
Harbor lights blur the hinterland
Footprints vanish in the sand
Bus ticket burning in my pocket
Freedom tastes just like a rocket
Harbor watch the circle swings
White arc dances on broken wings
Ships asleep at anchor chain
Dusk writes lines on window pane
Shutter clicks the final frame
Light retreats but burns the same
Negative holds the harbor grace
Stolen moment time can't erase
Harbor watch the circle swings
White arc dances on broken wings
Ships asleep at anchor chain
Dusk writes lines on window pane
Harbor watch the circle swings
White arc dances on broken wings
Flashlight dies the harbor sleeps
Negative developed what he keeps