A Wish We Spoke - Musée Mécanique

From shores of sleep

And drifting on

This ship has gone too far.

The open sea

Full of whales and weeds

The waves rise up and seethe.

Faith is up to us, we two.

What lies beneath

In the arms of dreams?

What shadows long to breathe?

A stone-flecked beach

A mast full of sail

A wish we spoke can’t be.