Sail

Time is my Ocean

In my mind I sail 

the salt horizon 

I am a ship of wishful

Thinking.

Distant Clouds drift

On floating Sea 

Ethereal shades of blue

Sinking 

Lift the 

Shimmering light

Layer on layer of shattered

Sparkling flicker washed

In a dream

Of you and 

I at the helm call

as you pass

Out of sight

Out of reach

Opaque beauty  

Of breaking wave

Foam flung high

To splash the deck.

You are as a song lost

In rig and canvas

A tune I heard once

Sung to me enraptured 

A fading connection 

My boat a speck far out

A lone gull tracking

A wilderness of memories