Avast! A sonnet!

 

I haven't done this for awhile, but I'm getting my feeling back.

Sonnet - flying at night

In valiant dreams I sailed toward distant shores,
adventuring without a map or plan --
my shipmates told their tales of swords and wars
each one of them far braver than the man

who spoke the words. The stories were of wench-
es and of battles (sometimes both), of nights
with clinging fog and islands reeked with stench
of barnacle and clam; the vicious frights

of storms lit with green sparks on rig and rail --
'tis funny that my dreams were on the ship,
and only heard the telling of the tale
instead of dreaming it, as if my grip

on sanity might be too far involved
if dangered dreams were not by night resolved.