Little hermit of the sea
What do your dreams provide
A fish not quite as big as me
On watching the waters divide

A boat with its sails pressed to the sky
the waves as they tumble to the shore
The white pillowed clouds that ride on high
Or the large sea gulls as they fish once more

Can it be the storms that ride the sea
Or the moon on the waters when night is drawn
The distant boats you can hardly see
Or the sands that shimmer in the early morn

Whatever they are you seem content
To sit and gaze afar
With your big brown pipe that is old and bent
From your boat the Morning Star

Eternal Destiny    8/20/64