Rocking gentle from side to side
no wind does meet my sails
so I lay on the deck of make believe
listening to the calls of whales

As night becomes my usurper
in a sky gently full of stars
and takes me to other lands
beyond angers benign of Mars

The moon sits pretty on the horizon
smiling kindly my way
and whispers sweetly to me
all do have their day.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris