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A Boy's Dream

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A Boy's Dream

There is a ship down there in the harbour
It has the brightest sheen i've ever seen,
A dark moon is its banner
I wonder where that ship has been.
By the mast, there stands Love's woman
Her temple shining as the sun,
There is a wisp of smoke a-moving fast
It could be a Dark Man on the run.
Yes, the wisp of smoke takes shape of man
He does kiss Love's Angel fair,
Then he runs his strong dark fingers
Through her lush, shiny, long black hair.

And this ship is called the ship of Love
It heads for the sea of desire,
It's heading for Heaven's own majesty
To Love's own timeless fire.

Many people they are gathering
Down there by the quay,
Many people getting into rowing boats
If i run quickly one might be me.
I run so fast right down the hill
And through the village square,
I run so fast i reach the quay
And there is still one row boat there.

Yes, the people there in front of me
They get into thye rowing boat,
And my eyes they do sadly see
If i get in the rowing boat wouldn't float.
I stood there upon the quay
The row boats all gone away,
I looked with longing at the magic ship
Maybe i'd board her some other day.
Then i felt a soft touch on my arm
I looked up and saw the Angel fair,
She took me in her arms and then we flew
To the ship of Love waiting there.

And i did stand upon the deck
'Tween sweet Angel and a shadow tall,
There was i on the ship called Love
Looking kind of lost and small.
The ship lurched forwards i almost fell
But Loving hands kept hold of me,
I was lifted by these Loving hands
So that my eyes could plainly see.
This wondrous ship had left the waters
And it moved upwards into the sky,
I knew i had found a home at last
On this magic ship that did fly.

And this ship it is called Love
It heads for the sea of desire,
It's heading for Love's own majesty
To Love's own timeless fire.
And this ship of Love is a powerful ship
It,s Loving power does never tire,
This little boy can tell you true
It will give each what they desire.
And this ship it is called Love
It heads for the sea of desire,
It's heading for Heaven's own majesty
To Love's own timeless fire.



You're a little kid again.

Ten year old child.

Michael Clarke.

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  1. Date: 10/1/2013 8:17:00 PM

    Michael,stopping by to read your amazing winning poem CONGRATULATIONS!............. LUV ~SKAT~

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 10/2/2013 6:02:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi sweetheart, thanks for dropping by and the comment. I was a kid when i first dreamed this dream. I wasn't fitting in anywhere and i just wanted somewhere to belong. I never thought it was going t be a full time job being on board her. Spread the Love. Have a nice day. Catch you later. Your Friend....MIKE.
  1. Date: 9/30/2013 9:41:00 AM

    An excellent winning piece which I enjoyed reading this evening my dear friend! Thank you so much for sharing & my big hearty congratulations on your great win! love and hugs, Leonora

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 10/1/2013 7:01:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Leonora, thanks for dropping by and the comment. As a young boy i always wanted to be one f the crowd, but the crowd didn't seem to want me. Believe me, i was in with a better crowd in my dreams and i think that's where i've stayed. Even a boy can find Love in strange places. Have a nice day. Catch you later. Your Friend....MIKE.
  1. Date: 9/29/2013 7:50:00 PM

    nicely penned...congrats on your win :)

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 10/1/2013 5:59:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Sandra, thanks for dropping by and the comment. It's strange what you dream when your young. A young boy, just wanting to belong somewhere, stuck within a dream where he finds the Love he needs. This young boy needed his dreams, he still does. Have a nice day. Catch you later. Your Friend....MIKE.
  1. Date: 8/31/2013 7:08:00 PM

    Keeping it simple really works fine Mike as you rightly said. This piece flows nicely and the narrative is a plus.

    Mohammed Avatar Mustapha Mohammed Date: 9/16/2013 9:35:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    You wouldn't believe what was my dream when I was a little boy. Its quite silly to say in public Mike.
    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 9/1/2013 1:43:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi M, thanks for the comment. The first time i dreamed this dream i was about ten, going through a few issues, one being my arse over head down the stairs trick, i'm brilliant at that one. I got my trip on the ship of Love and felt a lot better before long. It's funny the dreams children have. Thanks for dropping by, Catch you later. Your friend...MIKE. Simple is always best for me.
  1. Date: 8/30/2013 3:19:00 AM

    OH MICK A TIMELESS FIRE THAT JUST KEEPS BURNING LOVELY PIECE MICK

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 8/30/2013 7:54:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Liam, Thanks for the comment. The fire shall forever burn within my soul. I didn't think i'd need my wellies on for this one. It's funny seeing yourself as a ten year old kid again, all freckles and Dumbo ears. Brought back some fun memories. Love gives me life, i am a Dark Man after all. Catch you later my friend. Your friend, MIKE.
  1. Date: 8/29/2013 7:52:00 PM

    Hey Mike, Nice write from you on this one..Paint your dream of love my friend..It's the greatest most noble emotion we have. Your friend, Ken

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 8/30/2013 7:47:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Ken, Thanks for the comment bud. You know me, always, Love is the way. I dreamed this dream when i was about ten. I dreamed it again about three or four weeks ago. I thought it could be a poem and here you are, one poem on a boys dream. Catch you later Ken, Your friend, MIKE.