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
await..
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