Before dawn

There are clouds at sea’s end
Like mountains at lake’s edge.

Clouds obliterate endless sea
That sailed away to Americas.

Between me and dark clouds
Are ships that flickered lights.

A lone star flickers after a sky
As if it is another ship’s light.

Lighted boats glide smoothly,
Their rattle heard as soft hum.

Horse shoe moon grows pale.
A gray sky slowly turns ochre.