I dreamt a boat of wood and peg
Set sail on a glassy sea.
Its hull so course it would not slip
Into the water free.
Its mast cast o’er the waters edge
And would not wind receive.
It left me there not far from shore
Against the coraled reeves.

Come save me, sir! I called ashore,
And let me walk with you once more.
But turning from my gaze, you left,
To sail alone heartbroken, bereft.

My tiller strikes the freshening wind
Catching sails billowing to send
This pale ship gliding from cloud to moon
To drift away in sky festooned
By starry lights aglowing.

So I set sail in celestial light
Tacking my vessel into the welcome night,
Set free in cresting waves of foam
To sail to my final gleaming home.