Sea Idyll

In a world of conflict and scheming, may I never awaken from dreaming of someday being able to float out -- out in my own little boat -- out on a moon-lit bay where tropical waters play and a cooling breeze drifts by. The salt sea air would be bracing -- would set my weary heart racing -- there on that moon-bright bay. Only gulls overhead, as they fly, and I, would hear, from the sandy shore, the palms as they rustle. I sigh -- oh -- I never would ask for more than to float on the nurturing sea -- only you, and the moon, there with me.