The Dreamer

His dream ship floats on seas of amethyst And leaves a wake of star-flamed sapphire foam. The Dreamer stands on deck in lonely tryst Under the mantle of the purple dome. As soft winds stir the sails to beckoning goals, The ship sways gently toward one side and then, To lullaby of cradling waves, it rolls In even cadence slowly back again.

The Dreamer sees the gleaming stars appear In downward swing, until they seem to be Almost within his reach, they loom so near, Only to draw away to apogee. He may not grasp the stars as they pass by, But sadder far would be a starless sky.