This is what I think of on a HOT summer afternoon.
Echos From The Past (Cruise Dreams)
No man can say if lives repeat
Like branches on a growing tree,
And, yet I know in some past life
I've spent my days upon the sea.
For when the wind blows late at night,
And clouds eclipse the stars on high,
I feel a breeze across the deck,
And soaring sails reach for the sky.
And when the thunder shakes the ground
Like some great beast just held in check.
I feel the fury of the sea
With waves that crash across the deck.
And when I pass the numbing hours
Of hot and boring summer days,
My dreams recall lush tropic lands
Appearing through the morning haze.
So call it fantesy or fact
Or dreams that visit me in sleep,
I must return there once again
And cruise across the boundless deep.
Paul B
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