Sailor

It was the quietest of mornings.

I didn't hear a single human voice -

just the comings and goings of engine hums

and the hustle of hurried footsteps.

But I did see the wonderful tides change,

as the sun kissed the cool waters of his liquid blue eyes,

and out of his golden hair,

he shone like crystals.

Over in the distance

resting on the steady shores,

his boat was gently swaying,

it was waiting for me.

I watched from solid ground,

toes rooted

in the dampened sand -

like molehills under my feet. 

His boat set off to sail, 

flowing in the easy path of the gentle breeze,

and the steady undercurrents of his waters.

He smiled peacefully as our paths changed course

and I hoped I might see him again. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this has such a haunting effect...and reminds me much of the last part of "Message in a Bottle"

quite an image laden, visual and emotional write.
j.

[Laura Kate]

I wasn't familiar with the song Jacob but I really enjoyed listening to that this morning. Thank you as always.
Laura