There’s a ship inside my head
It sails upon the seas
that stretch out from my bed
to the far shore of me

sometimes it runs aground
because the tide is out
and blind men think me drowned
and beached deep in their drought

But tides, well they run true
they go, and then return
with glad tidings of you
that splash my bow, my stern

And my sails bloom once more
and dance upon the breeze
I slice thru waves, I soar
set free from my dis-easeTo sail, to skim beneath
the moon there in Her bliss
and I wrapped in Her wreath
and sainted by Her kiss…
there’s a ship inside my head
I sail the ancient seas
of greens, and blues, and red
I sail the seas of me