Sailing
with Galen, touched by green eyes.
Background
I
sat for months, listening to silence,
wanting
nothing, nor anyone
absorbing
a total hurt.
Trying
for calm, beginning, running.
Feeling,
at last, my own body,
a
small smile returning to my face.
Signposts
of flesh returned again
with
me, still in my weakness.
Their
warmth touched at removing my shaking.
Moving
at standing again
deciding
alone as accepted,
planning
a sail on Bully Hill Day (ironically).
Up
at dawn on a warm Saturday,
sensing
something on the filling of dreams.
Driving,
finding magic, the boat 10 Z.
Exploring
marinas, walking around corners,
a
green eyed twinkle
touched
my memory in a smile of recognition.
On
sailing to Bradox Bay.
We
moved about in a sense of having been before.
She,
in smiles, caught my eyes, time after time.
The
boat moved under engine power into the river.
Moving
north, we broke the pier. The sails ran up.
If,
as a tug, wind held us about
and
the lake broke our consciousnesses.
Motions
moved lives as waves on a sea
"don't
I know you?",
and
we did.
Cautious
moves, we'd been to life,
aware
of the edge.
Still,
her eyes shinned,
you
could touch her soul.
Wind
drove the sails
the
sun, warm, broke our distances.
The
boat flew
in
possession of magic. Majestically
we
dropped sail right at the dock.
{what
a gift to have been there).
On
sailing back from Bradox Bay
Lunch
at Skinner's.
I
touched your arm.
Noticing,
sitting in chairs, close
we,
talking, with dancing eyes.
Pier
side readiness with water born flowers
stood
at our departure.
We
pointed north,
the
lake awaited and the wind, indicated directions.
My
green eyes ran up the sails
while
I held the wheel.
Feeling
the warm winds,
watching
her smile
as
small ribbons, moved horizontally
when
the wind was caught.
The
waves broke in greenish gifts.
Adjusting
sails, we smiled in pleasures.
She,
me, the boat, the crew.
We
made for harbours, inside our river
with
me, holding close to green eyes.
A
sense of calm, talking, softly.
We
moved at light, sails tied, gear stored.
Holding
out hands, touching of warmth,
our
distances vanished.
It
was the day that love came back.