The Silver Sea

Oft I wonder…
As my mind’s eye fly its own course…
Into those places,
that I cannot wander…

Where are they, those dark and hidden places…
That I cannot wander to?
Where is the place…
A place my mind often travel to…
That place I fear and hate,
but still so long to go…

For I see my freedom there…
The freedom of my my mind and body…
I see great walls of stone…
And I see beyond that silvery sea…

I see… Alas! I see… That silvery sea,
by the end of the walls…
Flowing into ever black infinity…
Becomming the spirits of the twillight…
Those free spirits,
I see them and I wonder…
Mayhaps I am the only who have seen…
The spirits, the stars, flowing into the darkness…
I wonder… May that there bright star whirling about…
Be my spirit of old?