beach

by walterdoege

boat reaches a beach…the captain of my hearth…the captains of my boat…loving…a verb…an action…not exactly a word…in this world a single word cross the sea and I can see a blue sky…the beach is a port…a short stop…then a farewell and go on…to my destiny…to your destiny…to our destiny: loving…the blue sky and the blues…another port…another beach: nor ocean nor solid ground…that line where the sea begins or ends…the line where the wave leaves a hope…hope to return someday…but no certainty…farewell from the beach…farewell in the beach…love: the captain of the boat…I feel the winds