After the Dog Watch

As the moon dips her skirts at the end of the world
The sky lightens in the heavens
The sun arises dripping with blood
And the barren mountains are gleaming
The sands on the shore turn to burnished gold
Whilst the mist on sea is still steaming
A mirage of the breakers seem to be
A tsunami in the making
Our bows part the sea of blues and greens
Eight bells of the watch are now ringing
It's the end of the dog watch
The magic, the loneliest of hours
When the heavens were full of silence
And a seaman's heart was singing.