When I was young,
I dreamed of swords and dragon fire.
I dreamed a dream of ancient seas,
Crossed by the oarsmen of the Achaeans.
I dreamed of venturing across golden sands,
To win untold glories.
Yet as the waves roll,
The years have passed on by.
Now I dream a mightier dream,
As Odysseus dreamt under the trojan sky,
© Michael Iannucci-Berger