Your Harbor

Across the sea, journey alone,

unfriendly tides, abyss below,

I sail for the port I know,

the home harbor of your arms.

Stretching,

sliding,

meeting,

melted,

anchored on your golden shore,

I find my bliss, and float unfailing,

peaceful as all times before.

Grey-barnacled, my weary planks

— once fracturing — now freed,

from drilling pains where sharp shells gnawed,

frayed my lines,

and stripped my speed.

My sails slacken on your sands,

crinkled canvas drooping slowly,

listing lightly,

surely,

sweetly,

no longer wracked by salt and strain,

I flutter freely,

waving easy,

borne aloft by breeze on breeze,

of fragrant skin,

and sunspot curls,

on silvered sighs,

and moondrop whorls.

Your harbor does not bind me,

keep me moored and chained,

held fast.

Soon enough the fair Wind smiles,

dark squalls abating,

cannot last.

Knowing you are warmly watching,

I’m sailing forth on friendly tides

your horizon gaze, at first which caught me

Taking hardship in your stride.

My dearest one,

my shoreline darling,

I sail swift to you, and healing

in your seaside heart, believing

delighting in my love, I’m reeling

back to you, I’m ever-dreaming

to return, no greater feeling,

than home ––

harbored in your arms.