The Old Man

The Old Man

I see him on his chair
Under the sun, the same sun
That for countless ages gone
Had shone and have shone
On the mariner's stare

Leaned back on his chair
Fixed eyes, gazing eyes
Lost in a sea of sighs
Sorrows that his soul defies
Remembrances that his years bear

Reclined on his chair
Enclosed by walls, stone walls
Whose past strength now falls
For the ocean now recalls
And balm floats in the air

Resting quietly on his chair
Leaning back, looking back
At the ruins, at the wrack
Before the day turn black
I see him on his chair