Lonely Sailor

like lilting oceans, wandering seas

palm trees waltzing in the breeze;

in sultry air, a seagull’s flight

across the hazy, distant night

sunset over crystal waves,

and into solitary caves:

where Siren songs once rang below

like memories some time ago

evening decked with stars awake

dreams reflected in the lake

silver lining, darkened skies,

a lonely sailor’s compromise

until tomorrow’s early dawn,

the night is painted, skies are drawn

like isolation’s silent tune

divine, beneath a crescent moon.