Dreams

This is a poem I wrote a few months ago. The "she" referred to is supposed to be a ship, not a person, but I wasn't sure how to make that clearer.

Dreams

She waits for me

By the bay

When the evening swallows day.

And when sleep all thoughts belay,

Somber looking in the fray,

So she always waits.

In the wind

Purple sails

Catch the flying breeze's wail

And they flutter, bulge and fail,

O'er the sunset pink and pale

In the flowing wind.

O'er the seas

Of somber dreams

I stand beneath the moonlight gleam

Upon the sailing ship; it seems

To carry me above the green

Of all the somber seas.

When I reach

Those other lands,

Cool will be their yellow sand

Under my feet and in my hands.

And in wandering thoughts I'll stand

On that dreamy beach.