Lucid Fish

At night I rest alone in my room,

But not on a bed,

My mind unravels and there I sit,

On a boats head.

I take a gander over the edge,

The view is just right,

I grab my rod and cast out a line,

And draw on my pipe,

I sit there and feel at peace with myself,

Just me and the moon,

Sitting and waiting for a pull of something,

Please not too soon,

I know I have a such little time,

Alone with the sea,

And although I get this every night,

I don’t wanna leave,

I don’t know if it’s the stench of the salt,

Or the crash of the waves,

But I know that I’m in peace out here,

I’m feelin’ so safe,

Every morning I pull up on the shore,

Just a little upstream,

To know that after a long day of work,

I’ll go fishing for dreams.