Ocean Night Song

A handful of dream dust for my pirate

He can hear the pacific singing

The sea meets the light in his salt water eyes

Icy pictures of the water are captured in his frame

The paddles of night are unfolding

A mermaid's map floats by on the rolling green

Japanese fishing float carries my soul out to the whales

And out to the deep

I wonder about the herds of the sea

If they will hurt or if they will help me

Swimming with my fallen blossoms

I drink from the source above

A handful of dream dust for my pirate

He can hear the pacific singing