Sailing

Sailing the wind in my hair sea gulls everywhere negative ions are inhaled deep in my lungs while the first mate lifts the buy from the rungs Leaving shore with a set course to the island sun on our shoulders feels like a warm comfortable blanket fresh air makes our cheeks glow as the day gets set to evening go and millions of stars arise in the velvety evening skies all around is stillness except for the lapping sighs against the side of the boat that still sails on to island dreams on a winsome song finally we moor near the island open up fine wine while flipping the hamburgers quick on a dime the air is sweetly scented with flowers divine guaranteed to remind me of this special time.