Dream of Sailing

06 February 2010 Dream of Sailing By: Noel N. Villarosa Never sailed on a three-masted sailboat Where it bustles to find a smooth wave Where the wind is its engine And heels above at the wave’s commotion Feel the quiver of disappearing in a trough Then mightily emerging to open water To stand atop the mast And feels the strong wind to drown my breath It fills me with gobsmacked To sail past on the Seine river Or ride to a replica of Argo And sails in the famous canal of Athens To smell the ocean mist To rein in the wind for propulsion And touch the boat sails as it moved downwind Hear the recoil of bow wave along the hull The beauty and grandeur of a sailboat Only to picture, my dream is outlined The anchor never lifted, the mast never stretched Only a message in the bottle keeps floating on blue water with my dream of sailing Honorable Mention to Carol Brown's If My Dream Could Come True: 3/18/2010