Offshore breeze of more bluster than steady.
Drawing white tips to waves of an emerald tinge.
White crested green seas surrounding.
Hands clenched to rail covered by misty spray.
Rolling and pitching immunized by the visions before young eyes.
Sky of pristine blue with radiant white wisps of cloud.
Horizons unending even where blue and green meet.
Two seals at play in the tossing waves.
Glistening grey bodies ducking and diving beneath breaker.
The prow through frothing ocean, pushing aside waves with ease.
Carving on steadily through liquid green and white anger of sea.
To the starboard horizon a darkening shape.
Bands of cotton stitched atop.
Drawing now noticeably ever nearer.
Almost by magic the horizons shape appears,
wind gives way to breeze.
Waters now at ease taking on more familiar and everyday hues.
White shapes astride the shore with tones that hint and suggest.
Now ever nearer becoming buildings and the buildings a city.
All the while the stitched cotton band reshaped to form clouds.
Blanketing perfectly the mountain called Table-Top.
Young eyes still locked in wonder, hands still holding rail.
Now docked along quayside, vast cityscape beyond.
Table-Top with cloth as backdrop.

We were sailing to eternity
When you turn to tell me
There’s a hole in the hull...
(“I didn’t mean to, honestly,”
You plead).
our ship is flooding quickly
And the reel is struggling
To maintain stability.

S.O.S.
Save me
From this feeling,
I’m drowning.

A lone boat sets sail
Unknowing of what lies ahead
Or if it's journey will fail
But the sailors are not filled with dread
Because they are still innocent
And the sea is simply magnificent.

It's the wooden cutter, MolyTrim.  Her tiller's 'gainst my thigh.
There's a beam reach on the starboard tack,
And cirrus in the the sky.
And we've six knots made with just the Main
And white caps beckon us to sea.
Oh, how I'm pleased to sail again
My little boat,  
                just she and me.

All my poems became about you,
even the ones that weren’t supposed to.
It felt strange as you hijacked my every
waking thought, although soon,
strange turned into wonderful.
We held each other, our glances
highlighted our love and affection.
We kept moving, together, as always.
Our years have been filled with
love, laughter and desire.
So now I’ll ask you,
to take me to a land,
so far away from this one.
To sail away with me,
and to take to me that land,
to look after me.
To explore with me and sail
through stormy seas,
to take refuge in the rainbows
and to carve a life with me.

I am done
With captivity.
I am here to set you free.
No ammunition,
No inhibition
Just two hands,
A heart,
And steady legs
Weathered by the sea

We were but two ships passing in the night sky. While I spent too much time staring at him and wondering
why I had never noticed him,
he never saw me because I was not what he was looking for.

We were two sailors setting different courses,
sailing different seas.
I would go the ends of the earth for what I sought and
the ends of the earth would always come up to greet his shining face.

But I could not change him, I could not change any of them.
He will never see how I see and
that is how I must leave him.
He will be beautiful, yes, but he will never be like me,
and it becomes so hard because
in those moments, when we meet
and the dim light of the moon spills out on us like a meeting too clandestine for two people
who barely know each other,
I forget all reason and rationale and I want to break down into everything that he has ever sought after,
whatever that may be.