Rising from My Sick Bed

Yesterday,
I laid the prow of a new soul.
I looked for a spine
that was tough and flexible.
That would groan
with the pressure of a storm,
but never break,
and would hum inaudible anthems
in the sun,
when the wind streamed
like a flock of wings
over the waves.
That would hold my ship together.
Secure for the journeys
I would follow,
and tell my dreams
I will put you in the sky
and follow in my boat.
Find new cities for my children,
bays with dolphins,
railroads on the slopes,
valleys with music,
people that dance,
gardens by the shore,
where the sea has its place
among the bluffs,
and we can watch dawn
come up,
sailing on the ship, Resolve.