The Heart of a Song

The sun glints the waves with silver; The gull, a white butterfly of desire; The barque, a fancy of some intoxicated singer.

The brown islets, lost souls from the world of song; The wind, an ever-sounding, unseen gong, Telling of the worship of the sun, the sea and the storm. Blue, brown, silver, song, sound and storm; Dreams of a dying hour, shadow of a morn That we have seen mirrored in the heart of song.