When I was young I dreamed of sailing ships with tall white sails to the seven seas and mysteries with mighty rolling waves. When the oceans all were conquered to my home I would return, with sailors tales of storms and whales and lessons I had learned. Then we’d step ashore at our home once more have a drink with all our friends till a distant voice left me no choice but to do it all again.   When you dream about tomorrow, do you dream of yesterday? Do the kisses still lie s