MY thoughts are little boats That sail about upon the sea of my dreams: Tug boats, straining and pulling, A loaded raft, a dory; All inextricably confused. Barges and scows, And sometimes a canoe in a clear space. Suddenly from the confusion emerges a beautiful skiff. Its sails are white and gleaming in the brightness. It skims across the waves with the grace of a sea gull. It is my thought of you. |