Transience

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A shadow cast a fine masked net of dreams, across the sea
Pulled it in slowly and it was evening time.

Yellow harbour lights promised
A sailor warm lips, wine and freedom
From the cruel, restless sea,
if only for a night or two.

The voyage must continue till sails are torn,
Hull smashed by treacherous reefs
And the futility of trying to stop time has ceased.