Ships

I want to lie, still as the sea at even,

and like the sea to watch the ships,

beneath a darkening heaven,

sail over me vessels

of dream and hope and aspiration

across the deep

return, to anchor off a shadowy station

whose port is sleep.

But there is one my wandering waves may boast

of the whole night through,

a spectral craft that bears the grieving ghost

of my love to you.