The Dream of Seawin

Away over silken seas,
up, up towards the moon,
goes bold young Seawin,
on sails of shimmering gold.

Above shining frosted stars,
below an answer back,
in the mirror of the deep,
where the lost Gods sleep.

The howling-wind carrying,
Seawin's ship to milkwhite shores,
distant and phantastic,
in the wise-ones' murky realm.

And so young Seawin,
now a man full of life,
disembarks from his shell-boat,
onto the island of Forevermore.

And there he dwells,
lost in a light-year's night's dream.