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