Quiet Comfort

I wrote this many years ago, years that are coming back to me now, swift and flowing memories of a time from my past. The changes occurring today will one day be memories, and I pray that they will hold as tender a place in my heart as the one that this poem represents. It doesn't seem likely though. But that's okay, I have this.

Sailboats… in the shoal or merely beyond the bay…
caressing the waters below and before us.
You shall be my captain, and my savior.
Although I do not shout for you, although I know we shall never be,
I know that I’ll always think of you, think of being with you.

Every time that I see the sea, the ocean,
or the picturesque pink of a sunrise, I shall think of you.
And I shall always have the ability to tell a story like you;
perhaps not as provocative, nor discreet, but somehow…
I shall always remind and be reminded.

So, life shall move beyond today.
My life shall flow North, and yours South…
but we’ll always be in the same country, the same time, the same mind…
and our thoughts will drift to one another, once in a while
once, or twice, or three times… like a sailboat drifting on the waves;
your sailboat and my waves.