A Fine First Mate (a poem)
Lying awake seeking sleep and I don't dream of you. I see you in my mind and I taste you on my lips. For you are real and I'm enamored You lift my sinking ship as it bobs the sea of dreams For I don't dream you, you're...
Lying awake seeking sleep and I don't dream of you. I see you in my mind and I taste you on my lips. For you are real and I'm enamored You lift my sinking ship as it bobs the sea of dreams For I don't dream you, you're...