Set Sail

Set adrift on hapless tides Away from distant shore Aloft in time and lost in rhyme There's nothing less than more The winds that blow and fill my sails Are but a memory They whisper words as they propel My ship across the sea I ride the waves, both up and down I chart the moon and stars I write my rhymes in maritime Of journeys near and far A castaway on rays of sun I sail the lighted stream Shores of gold and topaz skies This thought is but a dream With that in mind I soar and climb Beyond celestial bonds I pitch my tent on banks of prose And fish the verbal ponds I seek to find the gentle words That put my mind at ease I navigate and contemplate Upon cerebral seas My poems are like islands They're a stop along the way Tomorrow I can look back on The things I thought today I'll soon reach port and then debark With feet on solid ground And share with everyone I know These thoughts I found profound Rockman