The Sea Inside Me

by The Editor

And we,

and we set out to sea,

when the moon was hanging high;

Our parents sleeping in their beds,

Unaware the time was nigh…

We filled our ship with twine and treats

and birds and hanging plants…

We strung up sails with silken sheets,

we fired up the lamps.

A gypsy breeze began to blow

and caught us in her howl,

a skip and a wink and away we go

the pussy cat and owl…