The Ship Of Perfect Things

He had a dream
That he wasn't sure was a dream,
And in this possible dream
He saw a sunset,
The perfect sunset.
He saw a horizon,
And he saw some kind of boat,
A ship of perfect things,
It carried all of his memories
And all of his friends
And all of the places he had ever lived
And all of the places that he had ever seen.
And he watched this perfect collection
Of his favorite things
And his favorite people,
His favorite dreams and memories,
Drift away from him.
And it was beautiful
And perfect,
Because as unlikely as it was,
All of it had all happened.