My Dream of Late

Once a while ago, I dreamed
that I was sailing on a ship
going west, where the sun died.
It chanced upon me, that
when I was in my youth,
I remembered a white bat.
So I closed my eyes and pulled down my hat.

The ship set sail from a haven
on some ancient, gray coast.
Some said the destination was heaven.
We left at sunset from that shore
facing west, towards a place not known.
On that ship where no bums, nor whores.
That ship was of scholars and immortal birds that soar.

We passed the natural gate of earthen stone,
hewn from the earth by the hands of lords
of stone and things, they were ne'er to own
their creation, for swift in mortal's years
it was stole away by the wiser race.
These people could peer through mirrors
and possessed the keenest of ears.

The passage to the West was straight
as the shaft of a well crafted arrow.
The seas around our vessel were of hate.
But the seas 'neath our ship were
soft and calm as a dove in a sky.
The land I left was once in deep need of cure,
and it was given and its fate was secure.

Once one day upon the ocean fair,
I spied a suspicious haze upon the sea
and too, did I hint of a sweet fragrance upon the air.
Beautiful voices called out with mellow
tunes singing deep words.
Our ship pulled in next to swans in the shallows,
and in this place I shall say, I never did see a shadow.

It has been said that the ship I
travelled by was the last for
many a year to be allowed by
the mists and fogs.
I care not the answer, for I am here,
nothing such can change that
'less I think to leave, but hear
me, I need not, I find here no fear.

The people of this land are wise
beyond all accounts, their lore,
science, literature is higher than the tallest skies.
While once upon the greatest peak in the land,
while conversing with the lord of that place,
he told me the story of the world and
he said that I shall dwell with him till the end.

I then awoke upon my train
heading west, where the sun
did set, and I did see the rain
clouds coming my way.
I never did see that haven of gray,
nor that ship aside the swans.
Neither that tall peak or pay
its lord my time night and day.