A SAILOR’S DREAM
I have plans for you and have
The names of ships you may board
That will take you to islands, to lands
Where strange things, there the Bong tree
Grows or fairies might gather
By fires at night and warm the
Long ropes of their noses, they do,
And warm the long ropes of their noses.
I will teach you to spell, to light
Saint Elmo’s fire on the top of the mast
And loose it from your mouth
To frighten the birds of the far lands
Who will cluster in toward you
To hear your stories, If you
Come to the places I’d lead you,
If you’ll sail on the ships of the night.
Their voices will rise and mix
With the chorus that rides
From the waves to the sky. There are
Legions that dwell in the depths
Of my body and serve the
Legends of men. Yes, they do,
They enhance all the legends of men.
And yes, I will go, for my breath
Has the salt as the eye of the dawn
Is blood red and I’ll notch
My footsteps to the heave of the decks
And I’ll sail on forever and then some.
I’ll sail us on through the doors of the night,
You shall see me as a ghost on fogged mornings.
I’ll be sailing us on through the doors of the night.
Let this dream of the sea be your warning.