“Like a ship awakening
In the morning wind,
My dreamy soul sets sail
For a distant sky.

Your eyes, where nothing is revealed
Neither sweet nor bitter,
Are two cold jewels where
Gold with iron.”

“My dreamy soul weighs Anchor, sails
for undiscovered skies
like a galleon in the morning Watch
under a freshening wind.”

(Baudelaire – The Dancing Serpent)