As time has come to go to bed
I know not why I cannot sleep,
I have counted a million sheep…
Got an old song stuck in my head;
It goes like this: wide blue ocean
Upon which sails a golden ship,
Around the world goes its long trip
In slow and smooth locomotion,
The captain, a strong man of old,
Seeks a legendary potion
That is said to birth emotion
For lone hearts that have long grown cold.
Mighty, he roams the seven seas,
Under the skies, above water
Spans the kingdom of his daughter
For whom each day heavens he pleas.
He would conquer the world for her
And not even to the gods bow
But it is too late for that now
Only wait brings what comes after…
No one can hear the silent cries
But the soft wind and the seagull,
Though not a day does his heart dull,
Oh the flame burns bright in his eyes!