There is a poem of the same title to go with this painting; it is a precursor for The Golden Voyager.
Solar sailor, ship of dreams take me away.
Let me slide aboard, let me stow away.
Curled up in a small dark space the ship is trembling, straining now against the binding of the harbour.
I feel the vibrations in my body; behind my closed eyes I imagine how the children down below are screaming, jumping, waving - I once was amongst them, screamed my heart out as the slender, glorious beast of metal gold and crystal spark began to rise and lift, like dragon's hair the bindings fall away, a dancing motion, sadness manifest, they helplessly twist towards the stony ground and then she storms the heavens, blinding beauty, flash of light and she is gone - the roaring hum of engines still remains inside our minds and we are left behind again.
Solar Sailor, ship of dreams, take me away.
I am here, aboard at last?
Am I dreaming?
Am I lying on the hungry, rocky desert soil, and am I dying?
I feel the vibrations in my body; I sense the engines, powering the golden ship through the dimensions.
