The Ocean's Reverie

Imagination ‘pon a massive, vast, And boundless harbinger depends. One that The sea, unequalled in adequacy, may serve. Within the ceaselessness of its supreme And transcendental flux, phantasmata May bathe in peace, unmannerly towards The tempest who, in turn, replieth thus: “Am I a captive of the dreaming sea? Of everlasting pain and agony? In quest of admiration constantly?” And so the dreams that ceased to bathe reply: “But nay, for dreams are requisites for joy And opulence, if thou but trusts the sea, Then love shalt thou forever feel, and love Shalt thou be then embracèd by.” Said they To him, who then obeyed and was reduced To coolest breezes ‘neath the flawless sky. With that, the orb sublime will sink into Colossus. See! On my horizon sails, Majestic, surely bound for Sandman’s shores.