Dream of Sailing

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 through 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 steamy hot sun;

The sleepy afternoon sun sinks into the western waves,
The skies on fire with a setting sun,
The 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 high morning sun shines on my face.

Sharks endure!
Gulls wave!
Winds blow!

Where is the old reef?
Courage is a sunny shore!

Why does the captain wave?
Oh! Island girls shake!

In this dream through time.

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