Land Ho
With the wind
in my sails
I’ve been riding along
on cold currents
for some months now.
Through my spotting scope
these salt-sprayed eyes
might be seeing land –
land to anchor to –
a place to rest from my voyage.
I’m hoping you will be there
to greet me open-armed
with words of love
to whisper in my ears –
telling me that my journey is over.
Were I never set adrift again
my mind wound not mind,
my heart would be full of loving,
and my body would ache
wanting to show you pleasure.
Let that be Land
I see with these wind-weary eyes,
let my journey from you
be back toward you,
let me never sail from you again.
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