WRITING: More Metaphorical Madness

The sun set sail across the calm blue depth, soon leaving behind its port of treed horizon.  With slow but steady pace it stayed its course, cutting through the few waves of clouds with trailing beams that flickered patterns in its wake. For half a day it journeyed without a pause, heading in a perfect curve towards landfall close within its sight in hopes of reaching shore before the darkness fell.  But sometimes what is seen as harbor is but another port, and it docked for just a short while ‘fore it headed out again with running lights ablaze to find its way across the black expanse of the night sea.