A light house not yet visited

- July 29, 2020

in friendships,
I'd like to think
we are a light house
for each other, shining

not forcing--boats of mutuality
to cruise on salt waters

to notice the familiar signal-
-truth is oared towards

into the wind of any one's
imagination on high

gingered pineapple
shook with crushed ice--at sunset

splashing in some cranberry essence--cleaving to
the triad of red orange yellow

not close enough for sunset-- yet mimicking
the range of emotions--as a sail is hoisted

filling the canvas with all the wind we need--
to sail clear across the sound

holding the hushed vocalizatiins of baby whales,
and dolphins-in song---a fragile inter-loping

ideas, actions, scents meeting at full sail ahead--
northeasters settling the score

not needing any more than just this--
salt water dribbling on sides of the vessel

carrying the awakened
wide- eyed through

the tunnel of uncertainty--
to witness just this:

a kiss from a frosty wind--
no sea gull or robin can ignore the score