I lay my dreams aboard
my ships of cruel seas,
on brutal surface-shakers
of certain-sealed defeat;
but still not woken I;
from morning tragedies
and afternoon blues
of mere mortality;
for rise may sun,
and hide may moon,
or sleep may sun,
awake may moon,
'tis never soon
the awaited break,
of life and dying
where none forsakes;
still cruising some dreams
anxieties of oceans;
still rocky with the wickedness
of roaring, slashing motion;
for good byes are contracted
maybe some, never even
a promised birth of daylight
no life reward for givin';
for rise may sun,
or hide may moon,
or sleep may sun,
awake may moon,
'tis never been concluded
our horror's final page;
maybe there's still, but by the end
when coffins be our cage.
