The Good Ship Dreamtime

This is the good ship Dreamtime And she sets sail every night Weighing anchor for her cruise With the fading of the light. Her passengers are all dreaming That they are all still awake Suffering from insomnia and waiting For the arrival of daybreak. Her crew are all phantoms Spirits of the sleeping brain Watching carefully over Those on this ethereal main. There are screams and moans And some of them quietly weep As they journey through the night None realising they are asleep. She drops anchor to disembark Just before breaking dawn Transporting the travellers home To their own bed early each morn. Where they awake exhausted For each of them still think All through that long long night They’ve not slept a single wink. The good ship Dreamtime then Fades quietly from their sight Until the next dusk when She’ll Reappear to cruise another night. Every night She cruises Answering their call And no matter how many ask She accommodates them all. She is the good ship Dreamtime Who, in her own special way, Helps sleeping insomniacs turn Each sleepless night into day.