sail

~fallenriver

The day outside is soft and gray,
A quiet hush upon its way.
The blankets pull us into ease,
Beneath the sheltering autumn trees.

A single leaf falls with the soft breeze,
Right onto my weak and tired knees,
My eyes get heavier to prepare for slumber,
As I hair rain and thunder in the distance.

I smell of petrichor as I drift away,
And I "wake" to the sound of waves,
I'm being carried around by that blue body,
On my raft which keeps me company

The gentle wash beneath the keel,
A silent comfort, deeply real.
We drift beyond the troubled shore,
Where nothing needs us anymore;
Just endless blue and rhythmic sweep,
Lulled by the promises the tides will keep...

I'm swept from my distant visions,
Right back into my cloudy day,
I see of no sea and smell of no salt,
Keeping my dark thoughts at bay,
For I tried so hard to sail smoothly for so long,
I've ripped my raft apart and now can only stay on the ground