On the ship of dreams,
the oars gently pull through the smooth water
ripples dancing across the reflected pinpricks of golden light.

On the ship of dreams,
the silver sails carry the little boat along the endless black waters
following the the bright light of the Star of the North.

On the ship of dreams,
the coils of rope gleam bright by the light of the moon,
like silver snakes smiling up at the stars.

On the ship of dreams,
the deck sways gently along with the movement of the water,
casting oars into the deep.

On the ship of dreams,
the captain stares out across the velvet waters,
wondering if he will ever see land again.