On thy wingsI fly as a dandelionCarrying the fragrance of love. Beside meYou dive likeA stripe of lightningThrough the edges ofInfinite space;You—the infinity of my coveted love.To seize the kingdomOf unseen pleasureAnd to fade awayInto oblivionAnd to remain eternally fulfilledIn the castle of your memories,I tether myself to your banksIn the hopeOf wandering together on the shoresOf unending merriness.
"I need a job."The boat owner looked up at me for a long time. "Let me see your hands."I put the backpack down carefully against the pier and held out my hands."You're no fisherman.""No, but I'm strong and work hard."The man looked at me as he took off his dirty Mariners hat and ran a dirty hand over the back of his neck. "You know mistakes kill you here.""Yep.""Well, my mate is in Juneau with his girlfriend for a couple...
Blasted AUTEC Range! D.. submarines! They're right. All we are is pond scum targets. Oh well no St. Croix visit AGAIN. Wait, we're setting sea and anchor detail? Cool! Even if we are end of pier, I'll get to see that crescent shaped beach finally. Better get below and take the watch. CSOW here I come.Our Captain had some pull so we got to have two Laser sailboats as part of our welfare and recreation deal. Not bad for a D...
I love salt, water, taffy, and tearsbut only if they are happyNow I need someone to calm my fearsDistract and let's escape for the dayTelevision off, radio turned downTomorrow a visit to our boatI'll accept only smiles; no one can frownIf you wish to board my happy vesselWe'll venture out with coolers, icy coldFull of good food, beer, and treatsThe wind in our ears, let the good take holdSwimming, fishing, laughing and fu...
The lighthouseThrough the qualm of my sailor’s journey, not one to be found, but rather subjected to the blue presence of an endless horizon. My deck meanders and forks as the high tide sweeps the journeyman into ambiguity. One can find solace in the heart of death, for the sea is mesmerizing and tremendous.A journey beyond scope, beyond end. A sailor must navigate, without a sense of home but rather a sense of hope. The...
“Every day is so wonderful, and suddenly, it’s hard to breathe, Now and then I get insecure from all the pain, feel so ashamed.” -Christina Aguilera, Beautiful. Imagine if you will, A paddleboat, In a vast, deep blue ocean. You can’t see land on either side, It seems as if you fell off the edge of the Earth. Right now, I’m on that paddleboat. Some days, I stay on it, Some days, I float in the ocean, And some… Some I will...
A few months after their wedding, two friends of mine went fishing. They anchored in a shady spot for lunch and, being young and in love, one thing led to another. I've no idea about the fishing that day, but nine months later there was indisputable proof something had been caught. The location for this amorous activity was Fool's Bayou, honest. After hearing that story, I wondered how the bayou's various native life form...
“Whoaaa…” I answer as the first gust hits and she heels over, her rail dipping into the sea. Her bow pulls windward and I pull the wheel back while easing the mainsheet. A few minutes earlier the fog had moved in, leaving me suddenly surrounded in mist. I could see the bow, but beyond that was a mystery. Worse than a mystery, there was a bridge ahead; a railway bridge, and beyond that another bridge for cars. But between...
The Boat of Sand When I was young, my Father built for me, a boat of sand, so very grand, to sail upon the sea. My sister was the cabin girl and made to swab the decks, we searched the seas for pirates to turn their boats to wrecks. Our anchor was a bucket filled with stones and sand, tossed with caution overboard, if we spotted land. Bright red spades were used for oars or cricket bats sometimes, we’d row for miles acros...
