Loving Ship to Silent Shore

Would if I could

find a berth

in the inner sanctum

of the safe harbor

where you have anchored.

But the high tides

have long abandoned

the shallow waters

of that mooring shore.

Time being its self, only

synchronizes with its self—

And emotional waves

and favorable winds are not

always in sink—together bound.

Yet, the simple creatures

wade in easily—Invited or not

they’re never denied port.

However, being the sage pirate I am,

I shall plunder that sable inner sanctum shore,

scattering silence asunder—Devotedly

liberating the sailing winds of our seasoned sea:

And again, we shall walk together—hand in hand;

chatting along the wharf of our everlasting love.