Setting the sun,
With time inching down below the horizon,
Emanating off the ocean,
Like a Vietnam scene,
Where a helicopter flies by,
On a mission ignorantly objectified,
Just as I sit watching that setting sun,
And with a lack of words that still find themselves typed,
I watch and listen,
And there I find,
A moment in stillness, in life, in time,
Where all I want is to achieve a nod,
From a realm that dwells with the dead,
Where non-believed clouds float on by,
All From a man to whom I refuse to say goodbye.