Dreams

I dream of the seas where the warm winds blow,

Neath a dome of pale blue sky;

Where sunbeams play on the silver spray

As cresting waves race by.

Of early morn where a green-blue sea

Is kissed with golden light;

Where the main deck dries in tropical heat

as day succeeds night.

I dream of the swell of freshening seas

Where chasing dolphins leap:

Where flying fish, like raindrops, fall

To shower the ocean deep.

Yet in my dreams on a moonlit sea

I search o'er the luminous foam,

For a distant star to guide me true,

Through my slumbers safe at home.

©PRISM 2010