My Ship

One can only dream

and paint things with their imagination.

Imagery that’s at its best,

Is a poetical resignation.

I live by one rule,

As curious as it can be.

I captain my ship;

I satisfy me.

Ive delved in the blackness,

Ive basked in the light;

And all of my curiosity,

Will be fulfilled tonight.

Candles roll out,

Across the floor they go.

Maybe for a reason…

But who ever knows…

I see my ship…

Arest on the horizon

If only that thing,

My ideas could be the size of.

She takes a deep breath,

Remotely away.

I have fulfilled my mission.

I am here to stay.

I have some knots,

Very many to tie.

This task I must finish;

Or I very well die.

But continuing on,

I darn all the holes.

Tighten the lines,

And roll up the scrolls.

I will captain my ship,

Away I will be.

I captain my ship,

I satisfy me.

With all my sails risen,

I shall lest begin.

I’ll stalk through the night,

In my dreams within.

I will find the diamond,

Gemstone or pearl.

I will find that one,

Of that I am sure.

I know my destination,

I know my decree.

I will captain my ship.

I will satisfy me.

Landing on shore,

Off we will go.

What we encounter,

That I don’t know.

Its easy to imagine,

An obtainable goal.

Like climbing a mountain,

On a couch in the snow.

Theres my goal,

On the horizon.

Its exactly what my ideas are the size of.

And as she is, she lay there for me.

I will captain my ship.

I will satisfy me.