The Distant Sun

In the distant sun,

Witnessed by one,

Lies a long-held dream

Shrouded by the sun's beam.

Beneath that shroud

The dream cries aloud,

But daily chores by-and-by

Deafen man to its cry

And the dream lies dead

In its sun-lit bed.

But, alas, the ocean's tempation

Saves the dream from eternal damnation.

It calls man to its shore,

It encourages him to think more

And before he is done,

The dream rised from the distant sun.