| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 9/4/2000 9:44:47 AM 10/10/2022 12:42:14 AM | 1054 |
Wind, Wave, Sunlight
The dock is a distant memory, rendered insignificant.
Brightness and an incredible blueness have swallowed it.
The thin line, sweeping up into the mountain's grandeur,
Some remnant of fetters not needed in this juncture.
Looking outwards, the blueness rules, laced with high white.
Closing eyes, the wood below my body heaves,
Falling and rising with each trough, buoyant delight.
The sound of canvas flapping in the breeze that cools my face,
Interspersed with water slapping and droplets, mist upon my cheeks.
This tiny world of wood, cloth, and rope races into the vast blueness,
And I ride it's back in horizontal flight over the wet.
The unbearable brightness of the Sun battles with the wet spray,
Trying both of them to rule the temperature of my face.
Opening my eyes, a mystical gift, a moment captured.
A dolphin, this boat, a sea gull, all racing the Sun,
Fighting all to be the first to reach the thin line of blue,
That mystical, unreachable place where one might fall,
Endlessly fall away from the world into vastness unknown.
Already, there is a magic that fills the air here,
One it seems we must abide with, great unknown not allowed.
For today, however, it is magic enough.
It is the relaxed magic of peace and harmony.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
Author's Comments
A vision that fills my mind, never experienced in quite this way, but haunting my imagination, calling to be lived. Someday.
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 9/4/2000 9:44:47 AM 10/10/2022 12:42:14 AM | 1054 |