I dreamt a faded dream of silver seas,
Of fishers casting shells on fine quartz sands
I see boats adrift on green florescent tides
And feel perfect pearls rolling in my hands
Where mermaids dance on pewter swirling tides
And race dolphins liveried in blue and gold
tacked in effervescent strings of living air
And of mermen etching tales in brazen gold.
There fishers cast their nets of woven fleece
And haul up silver scales from the brine
And abalone and mother of pearl abound
Among sheets of golden lace so light and fine.
There diamonds dance under rising moon
And bounce off gleaming iridescent seas
And nights shimmer under gem encrusted skies
Where I pick baubles from the ocean just for you.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com