A SAILOR'S DREAM

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.