Treasure Ship of light - poem

I am not much given to poetry, but this morning a poem popped into my head, almost fully formed. It was pretty darn cool. I will write it down as I remember it.

The Master's voice said,

What is your vision?

And came into view, in my sleeping mind,

a great ship.

Lighted in every aspect,

masts and sails uplifted to the glory of stars,

body floating on the dark mystery below.

In the hold,

a fantastic bounty of treasure.

Great chests of illuminated jewels,

Gold, radiance,

and overflowing beauty.

I stand on her shining deck,

happy at the wheel,

wind tearing through my hair,

hands glittering with this glamorous light.

It is precious.