White Sails
By Cinara
White Sails A hundred white sails near the mouth of the bay Turning toward home at the end of the day Translucent wings gliding slowly and free Like tall pointed fins roaming over the sea Soft beacons of sun slice through purplish haze Dancing on wings that are dancing on waves Sunbeams on silver silk filtering through Illuminate white in the soft misty blue A sail is a dream and a dream is a sail That floats on the ocean without any trail Gracefully billowing full to the brim Bowing to power of water and wind Upon gleaming ripples that mirror the sun Life’s sorrows, it seems, come completely undone White sails on gray waters, white dreams in blue mist Are wind driven wings that the sunlight has kissed As dusk is approaching, the sea breeze is calm We rock on soft currents in warm evening balm The sun is descending, white silhouettes creep To the end of the journey where dreams go to sleep White sails softly cradled in mystic blue haze To be launched by the dreamers the rest of their days Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 02:14 AM PST 0 • 12
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