Midnight Sail On Massachusetts Bay

Releasing the rigid anchor line Leaving the safety of land in our wake Warm July zephyrs filling the sails Resting even hands upon the tiller As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk Outlining the schooner adrift on the horizon Dancing rhythm of the Highland Lighthouse Gifts a moment of wine warmed lips fervor Alone with the lights from distant headlands Their essence illume the crests softly breaking Gently swaying the craft in warm foamy brine Faint guitar moments with my voice uninhibited Evoking past memories of love on the Atlantic Aspiration caught whole in the sail as we lay A fearless embrace in the ethereal darkness Of midnight on Massachusetts Bay sails…