Galleon Of Summer Poem by Morgan Michaels

Galleon of summer
over ocean's
golden-silver shimmer
sail to the horizon

then steadily, slowly
into the unknown.
Do not think of me
leave me here alone

ashore, in unsettled mind-
for cold though the winds blow
I would with you neither go
nor dally here behind


listening to the whisper-sough
of waves that wash my feet:
nor the breezes gentle luff
dilemmas charming and discrete,

In a moment I'll know
if I've erred or chosen well
in the meanwhile, summer, go,
over the horizon sail.