Dream Of Sailing - Poem by Ronald Chapman
In this vision through time,
My journey to the past begins,
Beneath the surface of ourselves, my soul rises.
Inside the dream my spirit whispers longing for the past,
In the dream though time the waves cry,
Amongst the shadows of desire.
Sailing on a clipper ship,
Fishing on my trip,
In the midday heat of a tropical sun.
The daily death and birth of the tropical sun.
The sleepy afternoon sun sinks into the Western waves,
The skies on fire with a setting sun,
Blackness of night has come.
Candlelight casts shadows over an ocean of mystery.
Seeing a glow in the sky before sunrise,
A yellow sun skimmed the blue horizon,
The strong morning sun shines on my face.
Where is the old reef?
Courage is a warm shore!
Why does the captain wave?
Oh! Island girls wave!
In this dream through time.
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