Freedom of the sea

Turn, so breeze may fill her silken sail,

pulling her through wave like wooden plough

towards the distant hazy blue horizon 

where seamlessly heaven and earth collide.

She moves as smooth as sharpened skate on ice,

effortless her progression to the eye

til’ sight is forced to strain to see her glide

to that place where billowed sail and cloud combine.

Her journey lifts my spirit as I stare

offering a glimpse of hearts desire,

of freedom with no limit, cost or fear

but shackled, I can only stand to watch.


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