The Wind His Walls

The rise and the fall of the sea his
rocking
Up and down, the rhythm returning him to his dreams

The sound of the water hitting the hull
his lullaby
The soft bedclothes covering him
his comfort
The crisp salty night, his canvas
going deeply to his dreams...again

Here he was free..to be whoever he
was, or wanted to be
No pressure, no deadline, no one to
please

The dreams he knew on the breast of the sea
had become his reality
His true respite was here...
the stars his ceiling
the wind his walls
The time alone
his solace

In the peace of the vast ocean
he knew himself as never before
This precious time his
alone
So beautifully alone

It was here he received
what he so easily gave
and he received it
gratefully