Sky and Moon

On a boat under a moonlit sky,

I see dark water lapping by.

The ship is slowly moving by,

And yet I feel urge to fly.

…

So slow, this giant wooden thing,

I give a snort and take to wing.

"Come down," calls Erik, "silly thing."

"Sailing you should be practicing."

…

But, I think, while still in flight,

To soar is a green dragon's right.

Erik runs, Baleog fights,

Olaf eats through day and night.

…

Fang has claws, and so do I,

But I have wings with which to fly.

So while crewmates look up stupefied,

I feel at home, within the sky.

…

So while western land slowly does loom,

Visible through night-bound gloom,

I know to ground, I won't come soon,

For I'm at home with sky and moon.