The Sea

 
The Sea! The Sea! of rolling dreams beats on the brightened shore,    
And as I look into this rook of dreams I still want more.    
I listen for a voice and bring unto my tiny ear,    
The shell of crested open wave and this is what I hear    
Come in! come in! from land to dream I wonder if you could.    
But as I hear a different voice I ponder if I should,    
Indifferent voice of danger lurks into the voided mind,    
And though I try and reason with a durst is all I find.    
The echo tempts with chores and tips of powering detail,    
But as the durst went on and on I readied for a sail.    
I listened to the voice of dream, then I abruptly turned and run,    
I am! I am! the dreamy child who wants to touch the sun.