Dreaming of Islands of Treasure
As I slumber now my dream leads me to a dusky sky and a steady breeze. My crew with me as we cast our view on an island lost and a treasure due. The dreams I dream, they must be real. Still sand in my toes when the morning light I feel. What worlds lie in the imagination, painted on a canvas as broad as the horizon.
My ship. My crew. My seas. My dreams. My creation.
