Shelley Imitation

Gently sways the rocking boat
Which floats on glistening waves of green.
Fluid visions of the world are rendered
As from a myriad of imperfect mirrors.
Sails and breeze play childish games,
On-again, off-again, making
The cloth first taut, then slack, then rippling.
Sunlight smiles down upon the floaters
In rapid race towards nowhere.
No single cloud to mar the perfect
Blue of sky. Radiant face
Reflects the light and all is peaceful,
Warm, and singularly strange:
A day to real to be believed.