| Sail the Night �Mark William Landry 05-26-03 Glimpse toward the sun dance And you will see the creek. The shroud of mist in the brook Is our melody of green. From here we'll set sail Upon our paper gondola And we'll gaze onto the scene Of the sun's last dance till day. Black ashes may coat our fingers For our deck is made of newsprint I'll guide us through the twilight With the oar in the stream. It should be irresistible To sink your palm into the stars For water's reflection of the sky Is it's lazy milky way. Fire feeds from the horizon As the sun's lasting impressions. We'll embrace on the paper In our melody of nightfall. |