Dancing the Waves
With love and delight she moves,
skimming and dancing across the sea
Her skirts made from froth and wakes,
swinging and dipping,
Like a ball gown in a wild dance.
A wonder so to dance on a sunny day
or under a full, silvery moon,
Partner the skiff, by the tiller,
sensitive to every move.
Feeling her rush towards the horizon,
at times lifting her prow high to the sky,
As if wanting to join the birds.
Whilst sailing, dipping and soaring with ease
free from any ties.
Making us humans seem lumbered,
laden with weights
Both physical and of mind,
Yet our spirits can be free as the skiff
Can soar as the birds
Don’t let us forget as we use this wonder,
the wonder that is our lives.
Let the eyes shine clear cyan, blue or brown
sparkling bright of life loved and lived.
c/ miriam ivarson