Burke and Wills and Whiteley too,
In visions of deepest blue,
Dreamed wildly of some inner sea
Where the life they had not lived
And searching for this wondrous place
Made maps and paintings of a face
With graceful curves of dried up streams
By which the sea drained from their dreams.
And so in lost lonely camps
They spoke their prayers and snuffed their
Lamps. Burke and Wills and Whiteley too
Into the night of deepest blue.
Martin Sharp for Brett Whiteley.