The Raft

Bright and glaring, my eyes open.

Heat, scorching, searing, burning my skin;

Drifting, floating, dreaming, hoping,

Lulling me, I close my eyes and sleep, again.

The salt, unburdened from the mist, floats,

Life, as it lives and dies, also breaks

Free from the wet mist, adding its own notes

To the perfume of the sea for which my heart aches.

Rushing, roaring, the quiet hum, I hear,

Music, a harmony only the ocean can make;

Splashing, spraying, so far, so near,

Spraying mist across my face, I wake.

Stretching, yawning, white glare so bright,

Rough, hardwood beneath me;

With no softness to my bed, I see the light;

All around me is the sea.

Shades of blue, as far as the eye can see,

Turquoise, azure, cerulean, indigo;

Sparkling sapphires drowning in an emerald sea,

Amidst glittering diamonds and jade, I float.

Seven logs, roughly hewn, tied with vine,