sail and hull and dancing prow
I met you twice.
That first day was overcast and dreary,
but as you rode your hawsers at that dock,
shaming all lessers near you,
the sun shone white upon your deck,
sleek and dark your hull,
soaring tall your twin masts above.
and I knew, though you did not,
you had me that day.
gentle rippling waters around you,
the belle of the ball even more than before
pretenders scattered on your decks,
in your cabins and your hold
but I think you knew what I had told
your silent slick exterior, as I looked
and felt your spirit in your timbers that day.
I strode your deck and felt your humming spires
whispering all my secret desires
of chasing the horizon with my hands on you,
me holding you, you tempting me,
carrying me off to your home in the sea,
but it was never, not to be,
others came and we went onward,
but I dream of steering starward
with you still.
