Voyages

I step from grass to stone
With a single glance back
Toward the circle of ritual,
Mammoth shadows billowing
Vaguely against a million
Pin prick evening.
I leave my Gateway hastely,
Counting the moments as
Dark blue shades to black
With the last smirk of sun.
My boat awaits,
A single piece of oak lacquered
To flotation,
Sail unfurling in reaction
To my intent.
Yes, this the universe of my making,
My sigh response adieu
To concrete and cappucino.
I look to my night
For the true thousand
Points of light and smile,
The first, ah second
Tingle of bare feet joining
With wood embraced by water.
I whisper to the wind
A sad sad tale with a memory
Creating a face
(misty from amnesia),
And my vessel accelerates
Into parting waves
Bidding me welcome,
My heart making us One,
If only for these brief moments,
These eccentric hauntings of dreams
With the hopes of a discovery--
An old world, a new universe,
Her eyes laughing embracing--
Before the ghosts of
Smokey topaz and amethyst
Diffuse cerulean from the east,
And announce the end to these
Voyages...