The Sea

December 13, 2007
I took my sailboat out to sea

to that place that I love to be

As I drift to this beautiful place

gulls dive and dip with a dancer’s grace

I usually float towards that distant land

when stars are thrown over me like scattered sand

I look grimly now upon the storm swept seas

praying that once the sun comes I will be free

Then there's the dull roar and gasp of the surf
as I open my eyes water drifting back from sandy turf
My lovely boat scattered and splintered around me

Which did not survive the storm unlike me

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