Agostoli-Greece

In the sky rides out the swallow
His silent sweep cuts clean
The cooling breeze of evening
In this artists calling dream

The flame of golden orange
Replaced as daytime sails
Out away from harbour
As vessel slowly trails

Without the glowing lamplight
Shadow captures my view
Removes it for the evening
To return with morning dew

The far off roar of engines
The call of distant horn
The bark of tethered mongrel
Subside as night is born