You setting sun, 
we were terrorised 
as we reached the hull 
and the ship capsized 
and we cast our stones 
on silent seas, 
in memories. 
Pure solid gold, 
you’re not alone, 
hearing unseen sounds 
from the depths below, 
and you’ve settled well 
into darker glows, 
far away. 
You setting sun, 
you’re a setting sun 
casting dark 
on everyone, 
but you’ve a heart of gold 
and I’m a castaway soul 
and we’re sailing home.