Above, below, the deepest blues surround my berth.
The capsule is complete and gently sways,
The deep silence now inducing sleep.
Voices from the past stand sentinel
In that vast bell muted by slow sound.
This is my cathedral where profound peace
Engenders song and images in sharply
Focused dreams. It seems appropriate
That the gently lapping waves enhance
The flow of words that tumble out
Like happy children on the last day of term.
Who would curb their singing?
Too long have I denied my inner being.