September 8, 1999
The waves break on my hull
and the west wind catches my sails.
I am a means of escape
and a safe harbor, as well.
We travel homeward,
our feats a success,
the sun in our eyes,
and hope in our hearts.
I come to their minds
when all light seems lost.
Their sore feet ache
for my wooden decks
and they need my presence at sea.
This safeness they feel
is a dream, of sorts,
but as the tide carries us on,
for a moment it's real.
I take them back home
to warm, loving arms
and they give me the freedom
and joy of the water.
I am The Daydream.