A handful of dreamdust for my pirate
He can hear the Pacific singing
The sea meets delight in his saltwater eyes
Icy pictures of the water are captured in his ring
The petals of night are unfolding
A mermaids map floats by on the rolling green
A Japanese fishing float
Carries my soul out to the whales
And out to the deep
I wonder 'bout the herds of the sea
If they will hurt or if they will help me?
Swimming with my fallen blossoms
I drink from the source above...
A handful of dreamdust for my pirate
He can hear the Pacific singing.
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