They make sail and then float away.
Their flags in the breezes gently sway.
caressed by the invisible filling waves.
The masts reach skyword elegantly.
Into the sky with stabbing certainty.
The sails look like billowing clouds.
Filled with loving invisibility.
Pushed from behind by the very air.
The boats ride the waves far from there.
Like pleasure yachts from long ago.
Or pirate ships buried down below.
The wives watch as the ship departs.
Taking sons and husbands far from port.
Each with thoughts of what could happen.
Yet each with solid determination.
The boys learn to be good men.
The men carry out well laid plans.
The journey now just begins.
The ocean cares not for any of them.
I wish you were here in my arms.
I wish we were exploring each others charms.
I wish We could dine along the way.
Strolling the pier where I will certainly say.
"Your beautiful in the sunset today!"
Just before I kiss you by Morro Bay.
Here in the small seaside town of Morro Bay.
This is a quaint little town that streaches along the coastline in rememberance of those sailing ship days. The perfect place for a romantic meeting. Its unique harbor contains large weathered mountains who's remains stand starkly against the stricking blue sky. This background is a picture of Morro Bay.
Written September 10th, 2004