Pirate's Dream

Jeff Nesvig

The water was still and silent as the moon cast its reflection across her 

She holds the bounty of a sailor's dreams inside her bosom

And every ship at sea will search for the treasure that lies within her

Even in the depths of her watery grave a heart still beats.


Hands that touch the sails of a pirate's masterpiece hold on to her dreams

And guide these painted ships by the stars up in the sky

When the winds come to a place that bring a salty breeze you’ll know you are there

You know that she has delivered her treasure and her dreams into the salty air 


Treasure that shines like a king’s ransom in gold never sees the sun and never grows old

The dreams of her wealth come alive in the storm and the vision of a pirate's masterpiece

Is waiting on the ocean floor.


Things that were seen through tired eyes have shown the mystery of her seas

Mermaids and serpents that protect her gold have come to steel a pirate's dreams

Painted ships with windblown sails headlong into her watery grave can feel the calm

And touch the still and silent water that has brought the sailor home. 




Jeff Nesvig is a writer living in Florida.

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