Wave Dancer (18 May 2003)

I Sit Here
Thinking to my self
of wind and wave
ships dancing
across the
water, skipping
.
from crest to crest
riding the wind
tossed seas
.
moon light
drifting
across the
waters, calling
.
Calling me homeward
to the waves from whence
we all came in olden times
.
some times when it rains
i smell the distant shore
where old matter has dried
and the wind blown the smell
.
far away