I still prefer a human with intent at the helm: . The sun sinks slowly in the West, A crimson curtain drawn over day. Starlings race twilight back to nest,

I still prefer a human with intent at the helm: . The sun sinks slowly in the West, A crimson curtain drawn over day. Starlings race twilight back to nest, Watching the last glows give way. . Bright Luna offers shy pale light ... Then again, that's just how I'd write it.