Winken, Blynken and Nod one night
set sail in a cashmere boat
with oars made of pearls & a peppermint hull
and a captain in a turquoise coat
The moon rose up to capture the night
as the sails billowed & filled
carrying the ship across the sea
under stars from a diamond wind-mill
An opal deck stretched fore & aft
rainbowing under full-moon
with masts of ebony reaching up to the night
as the dish whirled about with the spoon
Upon the deck glowed a golden chest
with swirls of amber paisley
a latch made of porcelain, a handle of mint
with buckles of snow-drop daisies
It opened right up with a will of it's own
and there on a bergamot bed
nestled amongst deep-scarlet silk
was a clock with a dragon's head
A clock of the finest silver
knotted in the finest weave
tic-tocking & churning on wheels & cogs
tiny hands of an amethyst vive
The wee dragon's head shimmered & shone
with scales of deep forest green
it's eyes were of snow, with lashes of gold
the most mischievous smile ever seen
The dragon peered out of it's nest of silk
and yawned with might & sleep
the eyes did blink, the nostrils flared
with his wings unfurled he did sweep
Out from the clockworks !! out from the chest !!
the wings spread 30 feet wide
fluttered & moved with grace & aplomb
until he shifted the ocean's tide
Waves rolled up over stem & stern
the peppermint hull they pounded
shuttering & shaking with fury & force
as they captain stood there astounded . .
" Hang on me maties,
hang on me friends - bring those sails quick down,
batten them up & 'don your coat
and pray we all don't drown."
Winken, Blynken & Nod set to work
'astrapping the sails down tight
as the dragon beat his broad, gorgeous wings
raising the ship to moonlight . . .
The vessel set sail upon currents of wind
as the dragon his wings he did fold
he lowered his head, one small puff he then blew
this quest was long foretold . .
Of a ship, crew of four, a night & a song
and a dragon born of stars
to set off on a journey to circle the world
to learn the secrets of Mars
The crew did relax with a sigh of content
as the ship balanced & sped
the dragon at rest on his bed of silk
story born from twilight's thread
Winken, Blynken & Nod set out
humming a broadway tune
captain of turquiose at the helm
as a cow jumped over the moon . . .
The ship flew into deepest night
for coasts & planets unknown
as the crew peered up 'ore the starboard side
and the stars their pleasure shone
The clockwork-dragon rests peacefully
curled up in it's quiet, soft space
breathing & dreaming of far off delights
and the piece that fills a hollow place
A compass for travel, a compass to roam
a dragon of tic-tocking gifts
who appeared one day
at a quater to May
always willing to compass you home . .
