My Dreams are the Sea

My dreams are the sea, shifting ‘long the tide:

Sapphires in the darkness, uncorrupted.

By the waves of time none will then abide,

Till by light of day are interrupted.

From clouds of thought unhindered in the haze,

A consciousness of worlds unknown breaks through:

A grasp to give a count among the days,

And search a shore of mysteries anew.

No small contempt will vie to pierce my soul

While under call of lucid depths I lay.

On and on the break of waves may then roll,

As refuge holds within the gilded bay.

But be warned, the sea is treacherous still,

And raids a heart swiftly at its own will.