Janet Mary Zylstra
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Dreams - dreams - dreams
Of faraway lands and faraway places,
Strange, foreign names and strange, foreign faces;
Dreams of the sea and dreams of the ocean
Flowing and ebbing - always in motion;
Dreams of the feel of the ship as she rumbles
And rolls as the water against her bow stumbles;
Dreams of the tropics and dreams of the islands,
The cold North Atlantic and ice floes like diamonds;
Dreams of the smell of the sea's salty air,
Of the gulls and the albatross hovering there.
Close your eyes and relax, alone with your privacy
And you will be ...
Have you tasted time,
Rolled its mellow flavour around your tongue
And felt it trickle down your throat?
Have you seen the time
Winking amber eyes through the tumbler
Judging you? Drink it down
Before it strikes the hour of guilt.
How much time does it take
To empty a bottle of rum