i see a small boat drifting
in night's calm shades beneath the pines
suffused by moonlight's touch,
floating in silent rest
steel of dusk
seeps into waters,
ceaselessly flowing,
into the stream
lined by dark guardian trees
tick marks of passing time
out into river, into sea,
up to the distant seam where blue caresses blue,
embrace of an ethereal void,
cut flowers dancing on the waves,
headstones for sailors lost.
