This Dream, It Seems....

The nags and nays have plotted

True to their desserts;

And hung their coats upon this hook,

My valiant dream of wandering;

And life. I never thought that such

A turn would come to pass. In time

I knew that I’d win out, and all

The dread and fear, of losing her,

Would disappear.

 

Then we would ably sail in

To port, and have our way

On starboard tack, and everyone

Would welcome back, the dream

And captain of her helm

Who found the secret.

Joy would rein the realm, and none

Could turn us from our course

In brilliant days or darkest nights;

Perfecting thoughts,

 

And weathering our plights;

I never dreamed nor dread, of losing

Her and all instead. So tally ho,

And off we go. This dream

Will not go gently to a berth

It seems.