A handful of dream dust for my pirate He can hear the pPacific singing The sea meets the light in his salt water eyes Icy pictures of the water are captured in his frame The petals of night are unfolding A mermaid's map floats by on the rolling green Japanese fishing float carries my soul Out to the whales and out to the deep I wonder about the herds of the sea If they will hurt or if they will help me Swimming with my fallen blossoms I drink from the source above Swimming with my fallen blossoms I drink from the source above Swimming with my fallen blossoms I drink from the source above Swimming with my fallen blossoms I drink from the source above A handful of dream dust for my pirate He can hear the Pacific singing