With emeralds and champagne, head turning,
Dizzy and pinning, the people protest,
Worn floor, red velvet curtains burning,
Wind blows plumes, an impassioned tempest.
On board, raucous men with stale tobacco,
As the sun crept through the only window,
Knowing this establishment was my foe,
I did swift hide my senses in shadow.
I drunk the essence of my fervent dreams,
That is now shimmering upon my crown,
So polished, shine, to an ideal regime,
Yet in my jar of wishes, I do drown.
Oh, my dearest! I dreamed of a tempest!
Every wave swallowed me whole!
I swam away, following your behest,
But in the dark I could not save my soul.
