P.o.t.W.

Ship Across the Sky

Louis L'Amour

White wings across the morning,

Dark sails against the moon,

Scudding along in the spindrift

While the trade-winds croon;

Dark hull against the blue,

White spars across the sky --

Like a song from out of the distance

And clear as the seagull's cry;

Hull down against the horizon

And royals across the gray,

I saw it fade into the distance

Sailing my dreams away.