Willy's Dream Of Aqua Blue Poem by beresford mitchell

I’m going down to the river
down to where the lorries lie,
down to the river
to the bye and bye
going down to see a friend who lives
there
to see the world that transpires
there,
to see the kind of life we could have there.

mornings come with a welcome fog.
the mist tends to stay.
Lingers, won't make way
for a sky of blue,
until i brew
a pot of coffee
just for you, my lady.
these are things on which
i depend.
these small things to never end.

we huddle.
kinda cuddle.
we turn our collars up
we stir our coffee bottoms' cup
we lift it to our waiting lips.
gaze out, far across the restless bow
and imagine sailing ships.

we brace, to meet the wind
determined to rescind
the urge that percolates from deep within.
dropp the lines and lift the anchor!
head off across the lakes, sail down the grandest river.
turn south from the banks off hearty newfoundland.

It's our big bertha.
Beautifully built for two
Boldly formed for the longer hauls.
Lording over our mighty god's ever changing weather calls,
With her masts that whip about
And flap and crackle in the wind.
She's brave. She stands tall
She'll heal her wounds and heed the call

She’ll master every wave.
Ensure we'll never tip.
Make sure we’ll never roll
We'll never fall,
We'll never flip,
Down below.
Down to, you know,
the sailors graves and the preserved ships.
Stoic and silent, adorned in barnacles on rusted iron tips
Pointing back at you, daring you to breathe,
Way down there,
where blackness swarms over the brilliance of blue.
where things that swim are few
And are hard to see,
Way down there at the bottom of the sea.

no.
no.
no.
I dream of the upside,
knowing when you’re happy you sing.
your voice glistening across the waters,
skipping like a stone,
it’s velvet tone a calling
the fauna from
from India to Africa,
they’ll join us, escorting us
las dephinas joyfully leaping from wave to wave,
from fiji to st. lucia, and onto the canaries.
A cheerful chorus of marine giggles to support your lead.

and you’ll guide us by the light
of the sun or of the four moons
in the darkness of night
you'll be the one.
you'll be my compass
to keep me an even keel
directing us all to safe waters
you'll point us around the storms
get us to safe port by noon
and soon,
we'll be wanting more.
we'll then set sail from a distant shore.

i'll introduce to you the colours
of turquiose, green and indigo blue
i'll change your mood with every change of aqua colored hue
we'll sail around the world, around every horn and every point.
we'll feel the thrill of the being alive
now, we're eternally young in every living joint.

we will reveal our selves
not conceal ourselves
we'll heal ourselves
feel free to strip it all away
the truth will lay us bare
it's truly magical out there
on this lady of the sea.

when we chart our course
i'll be looking to the sun
asking of myself
will we dare to enter frozen waters,
when iced will we withstand natures slaughters,
will we dare to keep the faith when our faith falters
will we fail to falter when everything falters
will we stay the course when the course alters
will we survive on a curiousity that thrives
on our wits and guile
will we measure out our lives in knots and not in miles.
will you count the the times our faces were worn out in smiles.
Smiles from all of the places we’ve been.
will we enjoy the pace of tranquility
find the peace in our own humility
marvel at how truly small we are
when we come up against a squall
frightened, panicked, feeling small
introduced to fear.
will our wits steer us clear of
torrent rains and angerier waves
that could effortlessly take us away from here.

a sense of permanence would do us well
as we rock in natures boiling hell
i will look to see your calm
although i'll know your fear
i pledge to be brave and sail us far from here
defying natures wicked will
our ship carves through the gray and thrusting winds
championing the swells until
i sail towards the flaming celestial sphere
where the skies are clear
and find myself standing right back here.
with a starbucks in my hand.

true,
i went down to the where the lories lie.
i stood under urban sky.
i knew it was here where i would die.
and that 40 footer with the red trim?
was the one we would traverse the globe in.
a shot of tingle filled my brim.
and i began to cry.
for this was no lie.
it meant nothing if you weren't there.
there to share.
i love you.