When I was a youngster,
I used to hear them say
It’s just around the corner;
Your ship will come in one day.
Right again they were!
It docked at Future Bay.
Just the regular ship it was,
just the ship off the old dock
delivering chests of golden words,
tunes, and ideas not yet thought,
hence, no more writer's block!
Even oils had dripped sunlit drops
to flow beyond the treasure box.
News spread the ship made port
so I galloped all the way.
I was almost to the gangplank,
to pirate my ship that day.
When there, I saw cruel Ripple flirting;
then arts' clipper pulled away.
“Catch me now, if you can,”
receding Ripple teased in play.
Saddened tears began to warm the sand.
It’s just a ship off the old dock,
carrying treasures for minds to hold.
Galileo taught that ships forever
sailed beyond horizon's day.
From around the world
teasing vessels will return,
docking at Future Bay.
[This message has been edited by Sadelite (11-17-2003 01:36 PM).]