A Sailor

What a sailor may dream is the rustles of sea where the boat the rocks above: a palace of coral, castles of rock, a stretching seaweed and creatures with fins, fiddling and swimming. And what a sailor may see is the early sun peeking at the horizon's line where, the clouds that slither against a velvet sky, and the bronze crown that it wears. 'Where- oh- where this sailor goes?' asked citizens. He goes to a place of something lifting like a reliving remembrance of happier childhood memory. And like a child he is- he has spirits for adventure.. looking and navigating, playing with tools to find a located island. An island of creatures, new lands, and newer civlization. And this he dreams- with hand covering brow, seeking under sunlight. He points and turns the boat several times, months after months. And oft' my heart skips a beat, for I love this sailor I know he leaves alone, though I smile for his passion.