Lazy river drifts through my mind,
wanders like silken thread
woven into dreams,
a tapestry of memory, imagination.
Visions not bound to earth
sail through velvet night sky
guided by the golden moon.
No clock, no age, no pinioned wing,
no boundary of time nor place.
Sleep glides like a magic carpet
spun without worry of breath or sinew
Carried by rippling currents of thought
‘til crossing the bridge of dawn.
Fog rolls in on cool salty air as old as time,
blends sea with sky in blue-gray pastels,
mutes the call of gulls
pauses the morning between darkness and light.
This comforts me
like an old friend in a soft cotton sweater
or a lover with a warm blanket to share.
The serenity is welcome.
My old dog snuggles closer,
content with more time to sleep,
unaware of the need to drift in thought,
bask in the gentle gift of peace.
In the evening,
indigo sky swirls into
Earth’s saltwater womb
and draws us near,
keeps our dreams
closely tethered to
wind and tide.
In our souls,
we are blue-green and salty,
winged and raucous, graceful and fluid,
glorious in the light.
Though earthbound without wing or fin,
our hearts soar and sing with the sea.
Breath, spirit, home