Dreams of Futures Past

let’s go a-viking upon the heave-ho seas
and in the starry glimmer nights
we’ll run the ships ashore
to gather on the beaches and by the roaring fires
tell tales and spread our lore

oh, as sparks spiral high to meet their wilder kin
and the curling surf sings along the shore
cloaked in night’s velvet
hand in hand in awe we stand
before the vastness all around