Calm seas
fresh breeze...
A white dove rests on my knee
wake of molten gold

dreaming of the dolphin

As the face of god glides over the waves,
the world is still
quiet solitude
heaven, hell and everything
my last trip around the buoys

Not yet, not now
my boat is too small
the storm too far off

she returns
the water is warm
sky clear
stay awhile

After all;
Man is just the dream of the dolphin