The Old Captain
Night and day
night and day now eating his bread and slops
a quiet demented dreaming dreams of sea and soft skies
But how big the seas of thought
still do run still in captain sleep
a mediterranean of ships
a cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears
Over what blue whaled waves does he sail
in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes
he can still see the ocean from his bed
Lying he there now till the sky goes out and the sea stops
Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2014
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