In crepuscular skies I descry sailboats afloat on soft seas out of reach as I lie along the sandy beach. Do I wish to be on one, the one that sails on, undeterred by imminent darkness? No moon there is tonight to light one's way, only stars and intuition. Is what I wish for not unlike life, a journey of waves and storms, winds whipping at my sails? Yes, there are also placid passages when one can close his eyes and dream of moments of tranquility and calm. But what of stormy weather when whether one can withstand tumult, oceans of uncertainty, swells of hell-like hurricanes of dread and remorse, forces so strong one sees no ways from which to recover? We only hover and hope.