DREAM

How powerful the moon 

pulling earth and sea. 

Turning tides from deep inside

while the tiny island rests.

In the fog

a marker of hope sways

beneath shallow winds. 

The waves drawing it closer 

with every breath, 

with every beat.

Day breaks 

revealing a scene 

of blue, brown, hazel and green 

piercing through a veil of white, 

clouding the sail 

once in sight.