As I Sail To You

Far out on Neptune's briny sea, my hammock holding still while the ship slowly rocks side to side, tired and lonely, I close my eyes. In this darkness I can hear the constant lapping of the waves against my ship's hull from bow to stern and imagine the breeze's gentleness as it caresses each delicate drop before it splashes back to its home in the sea. In this quasi-conscious state of being My attention is drawn to an aroma so sweet it reminds me of vanilla or, maybe, jasmine rooted in a desert hillside mingling with the cleanness of a Spring rain. Am I really smelling this or is my heart playing with my mind? I am now imagining my arms wrapping around your body, breathing in your essences after my tall ship returns to port. How many days and hours will that be? The sea is my home and I know it well, but am cruising in unfamiliar waters whose depths, denizens and perils have yet to be discovered and charted. With fair winds and a forgiving tide, how fast can we go? Is there such a thing as sailing too fast? How many knots can that be? Every moment ticking by creates another knot; one that ties itself inside of me. Sleep is not forthcoming; I stir, my breathing heightens, I slip out of my hammock and my steps bring me to the deck where I longingly look out over those ripples separating me from you. Surrounded by the pitch black of night I'm enheartened by the moon's beams dancing like water nymphs on the milky crest of every wave filling my eyes with sensuous beauty. My heart feels warm and vibrant now and I turn my gaze upon that splendid orb slowly spanning midnight's sky, for somehow I know across this expanse of ocean, you are looking at it too. I continue my journey into the darkness, chasing the moon to be closer to you. Tonight, standing on this cold forlorn deck, I wish I could reach up into the heavens, pluck that chromish gem from the sky, and give it to you to hold forever. Back in my hammock I think and wonder, when this ship, again, drops anchor in port, will you be at dockside waiting for me? When my sails are relaxed, my jib tied down resting in its place, and I finally set these seadog's legs upon the shore, will you be there? I am but a lonely sailor looking for your outstretched arms to guide my heart into a safe harbor... copyright2000acb