A Dream

This is a new poem I wrote today:

If I were a ship I would never take port.

Like a fish I would be, and not like a tree

with my roots all around, tangled down in the earth.

But, flying over the sea sealing the waves and the clouds

with one golden line of shimmery bliss.

To and fro I would rock like the tick of a clock

to the sound of the whales as they cry for their mothers.

And seafoam would feed all my shivers and timbers

till the one final day I might sink down with my treasures.

But no, I would never take port.