DREAMLAND BAY

I have heard it said

that a copper penny floats

light as a sea flower

on the rings of mist

of Dreamland Bay

And I have been told

that the sun

once a golden disk of ice

fired into light

to warm the days

of Dreamland Bay

And I have heard

that silver-needled starshine

pierces the dark

with soundless symphonies

in the silence of the nights

of Dreamland Bay

And I have wanted

all of my life

to be sailing white ships

on singing seas

to the shores

of Dreamland Bay