No wind, no sound, no seagulls crying,
some clouds assemble round the moon
and let its light out thereby dying
the harbour with its full balloon.
It’s almost daylight but dimmed down,
the sky is dark except one spot
which pours out light that all things drown
in its centre – blinding hot.
It seems as if time’s standing by,
you hardly hear a sound.
And calm is sinking from the sky
from everywhere around.