Wednesday, March 23, 2011

sailing.



we're adrift on a sailboat
my love is the sea
yours is the horizon;
constant and steady

you set my land-locked heart afloat
lifted my lonesome sail

the tide is out
the moon is high
we're sailing


i'd like to go sailing. 
would like to be carried away by the wind.
like to ride the waves.
to cast an anchor.
to catch a fish.
to climb the rigging.
to break the water's surface.
to wake up to a never-ending expanse of blue.
i'd like to have a hook as a hand.
to wear nautical colours all the time.
to have an eye patch.
to have salt-drenched hair. 
to be spontaneous and set off.
and to approach a new land.

lucky life as a pirate.

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