A young Coast guard writes to his eloped fiancee

I see a far away yacht at sea toss with the mysterious waves
And the red painting of the Western sky fades away.
An old sleepy Queen jumps out from the twilight sky
But I cannot sleep as I am not a King anyway.
I am awake till dawn
And when my reliever comes
Then I'll be off to my lonesome bed.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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