On Silver Shores

This past winter I was so bored (you know, that time of Minnesota winter after Christmas but before Spring) that I could only dream of sailing on a beautiful white sailboat this summer.  Well, naturally, I wanted to be prepared if my dream really did come true, so I grabbed an old rope from my parent's basement garage and taught myself how to tie sailing knots - bowline, square knot, clove hitch, and more.  I still hope it happens, June has only just begun.  And I ache for that water breeze to run through my hair again.

Sailing by Stacy Mantle 
Last night, and thrice the week before –
I dreamt a dream I’ve dreamed before.
The ocean, vast and wondrous blue
I dreamt that I had sailed with you.

The whales called their mournful cries
As dolphins dived along the side
Of our ship – large, straight and true
The moon reflected over you…

"Come sail the world with me," you said.
"I’ll show you lands with cliffs of red,
the sea we’ll sail - so far away
Travelling, happy all our days.

"I’ll show you pyramids on high,
In Giza where the workers cried
Alexanders’ conquered worlds afar
The Sphinx that lies beneath the stars.

"We’ll see Colossus, tall and true .
The coliseum in Rome we’ll view –
We’ll climb the peaks of Kootenay
In Babylon, we’ll walk ‘mongst bouquets.

The mausoleum, the green Greek isles,
The Blackened Sea, we’ll sail awhile.
I’ll hold you in my arms so free
If only you will sail with me…"

He paused and waited for reply.
The moon reflecting in his eyes.
I watched, and thought of words to say,
And then they came, from far away…

"The pyramids on high, I’ve seen.
Fields of wheat, and yards of green.
The coliseum, the green Greek isles,
The blackened sea would not bring smiles.

"The sphinx, the deserts with kings of old.
They are spectacular, I’m told.
But, all those things are not for me.
I dream only of you and I sailing the sea..."