Heavenly

Navigation charts deck the walls And from the nest a crower calls And on the breeze a sea gull falls While I bask in ultraviolet

Uncertain and yet all too sure That raging tides will bring me cure Cross the bar and then demur I loop the rope to tie it

The sea's power, the wealth beneath Ghosts that haunt a timeless reef And each new current of belief All made mute and quiet

Then in the west a sailor sings "Tis night, tis night," and with it brings Ornaments, galactic kings Profile dark and sky lit

And in each beam of snowy wonder That speechless, I have lain me under I hear the silence crash like thunder And speak a thousand words