Water and shore make a truce. Ripples lull creatures to sleep.
Except one soul bidding for home.
How can I pass across without stopping
To see the sun glow its last ray?
How can I find rest under the reddening
Sky and not pause a moment to pray?
But I must pass before the mountains close
In darkness, before the bridge
Glows with passing lights that never knows
Beauty that a sunset breeds.
I wouldn't know sunrise as much as sunset
To a restless, traveling life,
To find home wherever the sun may set
And face the world in strife.~