There was a cobalt blue octopus in this dream...
but it didn't find its way into the poem. The part that did, though, really did come from a dream so vivid I had to write it out as soon as I woke up. THE WRECK OF THE FAERY GALLEON A sailor stands on a quiet deck in the still of a peaceful night-- He suddenly sees, like a cobweb-dream, a galleon of faery-light, riggings of gossamer, translucent and pale, looming up high to port. Silently sailing, as if quite alone, as if no more solid than thought: wonder and marvel, afloat on a sea as smooth... Sign in to see full entry.