Hi there! Please enjoy this nautically themed poem that I wrote this evening.
The wind
Is beginning once again
To softly blow; the gentle breeze
Allows white sails to fly, a hundred
Soft white wings against the sky; for
Although my boat has,
For a while,
Been clapped in irons, or, worse,
Without a breath of air with which to fly,
I can feel now
The cool air on my face, and smell the salt
Of distant shores, just beyond
The horizon.
A Teacup Full of Stories 