Fantasy

Sailing the oceans of my mind, i dream that i am free No compass tells me where i am, or where i ought to be. I drift along on summers breeze, and gaze at starlit skies. They guide me where the sun goes down, that's when i fantasize Of fabled fish from treasure ships, in mighty oceans deep. Bejewelled scales and silver tails, their diamond eyes don't sleep. This world has no dimensions; so far out, in time and space. And, i am the lonesome sailor who navigates solace. Pure ivory for coral reefs and strings of pearls its sands. Where lantern fish light up the shores, of many distant lands The ocean floor's a carnival, awash with style and grace. Exotic fish like sailing ships festooned with silver lace. When; sea horses clad in marcasite race the coming tide. It's time to leave this fantasy before my dreams subside. As rainbow coloured flying fish will guide me home each night They turn starboard to safe harbour, afore the morning light. Sailing poetry contest. Sponsor Julia Ward.