The morphine of a dream
I raced upon a ship of dreams
As whimsy stretched the sails and seams.
Drinking the full of air in skoal.
Heading into fantasies goal.
The spray of phantoms brine my face,
Showers embraced, like ghostly lace.
And my eyes blazed in debonair,
As my heart beat a strange aware.
Fire kindled my very soul,
This place I sailed this final goal.
With the tempo of a hurricane.
It struck lightening to my domain.
The sea turned green, the sky to blue,
The sun struck gold and then I knew,
That just ahead there show a glean,
Of mist and haze of blue and green.
And the gulls on high screamed of land.
Of palms in sway and pinkish sand.
My mind went to ecstasy, but
My actions went to lunacy.
For the morphine of exalt came to nought,
When the zenith of my dream, short abort.
[This message has been edited by Seymour Tabin (edited 02-20-2000).]