A Sailor’s Delight


I was young

and so naive,

I dreamt of a place—

a place out at sea.


Imagination built

the planks of my boat.

Its sails were sown

from threads of hope.


As I drifted

further and further,

I can still see the tears—

the tears of my daughter.


I’ve learned a lot

on those watery knolls.

Fear and stress—

and all its tolls.


It took a lifetime

to finally get there.

It’s not North or South

but the middle of nowhere.


I know that she still

waits for me.

Her hair in the wind—

caressed by the sea.


Don’t wait for me—

my little butterfly.

Daddy’s living

his Sailor’s Delight.

Love Nature

John Reyes View All →

"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin

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