He was the one who followed
Dreams and stars and ships,
They say the wind had fastened
Strange words upon his lips.
There was something secret
In the way he smiled
As if he could remember
The laughter of a child.
Wayward as a seagull,
Lonely as a hawk
Yet he believed in fairies
And heard the mermaids talk.
Nothing ever held him
Longer than a day,
They speak of him as careless,
And whimsical and gay.
But I think he swaggered
So he could pretend
The other side of Nowhere
Led somewhere in the end.
- H. Sewall Bailey
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