At Ease, Sailor Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The day seems bleak,
The wind blows, calmly as it comes,
The day has just begun,
Suddenly the thought of you arrives,
As it's docked at bay,
All it's glorious splendor,
The thought provokes, am I kept amidship, or amongst the bilge in your infamous vessel,
Which way does the boom swing,
What determines the bulwark as this on going thought occurs,
The clouds speed fast,
Lost within themselves, do they ever become lost,
As when they seek, their found,
Is that one gleaming light easily found, slowly rotating around,
Like the one found in your eye,
As heights reach above freezing,
Here, in the crow's nest,
Tears freeze, as they dare to remember,
Remember the first voyage set a sail in your eyes,
The chills felt as the wind blew across skin,
Revealing all that was put in the open,
It's caress, so tender,
A fear no longer afraid to regret,
As natural as it came,
Eyes explored the shores hidden between you & I,
Far from any dock, any bay,
As we sailed freely,
Day, night,
As with you,
There was no boundary,
Where we'd go, the things we found,
As we lost ourselves on deck, far from the escape hatch