Lost In a Nautical Twilight Pages of Time

Lost on a sailboat going nowhere but towards a dream I glide deeper in blue waters looking for the endless seam night has fallen softly all around me, I can only gleam here in my sailboat, standing spar to spar a pulpit realm Finding only calm I mesh as one with the dolphins in the sea the wind blows softly in my ear whistling past the bow now free the calendar of time fades as dull as grandad's silver cutlery I breathe deep, deeper then mermaids, there are three *** Entering forbidden lands, my fantasy is real and real is not , I could for I'm warrior of old navigating, counting knots on a piece of wood ancient trees wave from a distance standing where they always stood while my unflappable sails align to the sky, 15 knots no more all good Finding solace in a cup of Joe sitting on a berth at the edge of night the stars are pantomiming with the flicker of their equestrian light she sits beside me reading my tea cup in her flimsy gown of white the ghost of my Fedora, together we are lost in a nautical twilight. May 25, 2021 Time Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke