The Silver Sea

Oft I wonder... As my mind's eye fly its own course... Into those places, that I cannot wander... Where are they, those dark and hidden places... That I cannot wander to? Where is the place... A place my mind often travel to... That place I fear and hate, but still so long to go... For I see my freedom there... The freedom of my my mind and body... I see great walls of stone... And I see beyond that silvery sea... I see... Alas! I see... That silvery sea, by the end of the walls... Flowing into ever black infinity... Becomming the spirits of the twillight... Those free spirits, I see them and I wonder... Mayhaps I am the only who have seen... The spirits, the stars, flowing into the darkness... I wonder... May that there bright star whirling about... Be my spirit of old?