Ship Of Gold Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Bright ship of gold under a silver mast
Are you safe to the twelve towns at last?
Have you come home from the green stone sea
Landing your wares at the crystal quay?

And are the markets now busy with trade
With filigree trinkets and jewels displayed
That each with his share will treasure that shore
And none go short as the stock comes to store?

Then let us settle by the side of the sea
And live out our lives in a fine white court
Amid the sapphire and jet stone tapestry
That the breakers and cliffs and spin drift wrought.

You promised me all this - I understood -
When the precious landfall came to good?