A Trip Not Taken

Oh, to be sailing
On a blue boat
On a blue bay
Wind filling sails and soul
Whisking us away.

Oh, to be working,
Slaves to the sea.
The journey takes some skill
Manning ropes and masts
We anchor in a cove, quiet and still.

Oh, to lay with you
Enveloped in salt air and mist,
To speak of great dreams
And little wonders
Lost time, temporary as a kiss.

Oh, to drift
And on purpose;
To leave the world behind.
To come back enriched
Heart, and soul, and mind.

Oh, a trip not taken;
Desires not pursued;
Just vivid imagination with sights
And sounds and smells; tastes and touches
Yet….still renewed.