Catching full rapture
of breeze on mainsail
I inhale ...
a freedom akin
Magic of waves
gently rock me awry
as I bend from the sail
against wind
Releasing my cares
I then think to dare
close my eyes
and venture out to sea
To let life begin
as I’m sailing the wind
absolved of custody from worries - - I’m free!
Salty waves make wake a cool misty spray
The creaky old mast,
bends and moans
Sedated in peace
under my breath I release
hushed lilts
from old mariner’s songs
Not picture nor narration depict how I feel
as I awaken
from my wishful dreams of old
This sailor within me
keeps hold yearnings to be free
So - - I won’t quit sailing dreams...till life lets go!
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