MoonshineMustardseed

There lived once a Human Child Bound by legs on an infertile isle He held in his hands 2 dreams, a plan And hope, in a crystalline bottle His purse was empty, his pockets deep But he was one who lay Rich in sleep He dreamt a fortune which only he Could spend nights in its keep. Here, he felt no need for breath He doesn't blink eyes which stay wet Water is a slower haunt But an even quicker Death. For it is here his mermaids roam Where men and driftwood both call home And laughter rises, light as foam   Into the Great unknown Their voices cry a terrible sound They sing of ships below the crowns Of white capped waves whic