Dockside at Eventide
When day’s work is done
A person needs to release
One’s pressures to the setting sun
And sit awhile at peace.
Find a place where water’s calm
Then, tie your boat to a dock
Let the celestial sphere be your balm
With ne’er a glance at the clock.
Allow deepening shadows to creep
Over burden’s desperate cries
Release each one into the deep
As you gaze upon the evening skies.