He'll be there
In the boatyard
Awaiting my landing
And off loading
From the ferry
That bridges the distance
Between our shared stories
Wearing his boyish grin
Shaded slightly by an old straw hat
I know now my troubles are on vacation
We set up our tailgate picnic
As traveler's will do
Unaware or unconcerned if anyone
Thinks it odd
Uncorking wine and slicing cheeses
Ripping lengths of French bread
To dip into our laughter
He smells of wooded moss and mushrooms
I wear fresh flowers tucked into my hair
He tells me there is good fishing
And points to 'Over there'
I toss a giggle into the sea air
He tosses my overstuffed red bag
Into the bed of his rustic running truck
We count on own luck
To provide a perfect weekend
Of wandering in the same direction
There will be mountain views
Prettier than pictures painted
Riddles of night sounds
Their origins
A mystery to figure out
And stars, such stars
Too many to imagine to count
Quiet friendship to shutter out any sorrow
I may have left at the ferry terminal
A nice poetic imagination, Susan..You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
That bridges the distance between our shared stories. But he will be waiting for you to see your landing and for offloading from the ferry. You have tossed a giggle in sea water is carried on by the waves. There are mountain views in imagery. An amazing poem is shared here. This is nicely penned poem on friendship.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poetry with great imagery. The union of lovers and their sojourn to a lovely place to spend time together is in a beautiful style. Smooth and lovely flow of ink. Liked it.