Mournful indeed is the bell of the buoy <br />That rolls in the wash of wave and tide. <br />Some places there are I’ve never been <br />Though I’ve seen them afar from the sea. <br />I grieve to think I’ll never know <br />Those places that my ship passed by. <br /> <br />The Faeroes when I saw them seemed <br />A wonderland of mist and promise <br />With cliffs of cloud that towered beyond <br />The wavetops of that northern sea <br />But soon those islands’siren songs <br />Were lost in the wind and far astern. <br /> <br />Then on a sunny afternoon <br />Once in the Skagerrak I saw <br />The home of Thor, the thunder god, <br />Slipping away on the starboard beam. <br />Do we not dream sometimes our ship <br />Will alter course and let us land <br /> <br />On foreign shores where people live <br />By different laws, where we may find <br />Some special kind of Shangri-la <br />In which as children we believed <br />Or has our world become too small <br />And have we ceased to dream at all?<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-dreams-3/
