Sleek White Schooner

I dreamed I saw you sailing in
upon a sleek white schooner
You were skimming over the shallow seas,
coming into harbour,
healing on your brow
in the hard, fateful, brand new
twenty-first century

The cargo you were carrying
was richer than riches,
golder than gold and yet more real than real
and the light that came a-flashing
from the new born babe in your arms
was a pealing of thunder, a cannonball flying
a sun exploding, Dawn in the heart of me

I stood there on the shoreline
looking out over to sea
and I watched your white sail
sparkling on the horizon
You were coming into harbour