'Tis strange these tired eyes adore
jewelled wave on sparkling shore

As if they'd see a sea nymph appear
to enfold me in watery bosom dear

Or mayhap watch great sea fish spume
shining founts for great Neptune

Spy a bottle with old treasure map
washed ashore by wild surf's lap

A ghost ship brings pirates of air
King I'd be of their nautical lair

Iceberg may cruise by magestically
ferrying penguins to a land icy

My mind savors thoughts fantastical
ever more elaborate; yet, after all...

What most pleases these eyes of mine
is rest, peace, and warm sunshine