Some Boats

Some Boats
© Anne Hills

There are some boats, once set out to sea
Never to return, sailing endlessly

Still, sweethearts watch and wait,foreheads graced with hands
gazing from the gate

Time, riding on the waves, biding in the rain
just to fall again

Call their names from the shore
Call their names evermore

There are some hands, weathered by the wind
buttoning the gown, lace against the skin

Then, turning back the sheet, turning down the lamp
only to repeat

The last searching of the sky, breathing in the night
Singing her “good bye”

Call their names from the shore
Call their names evermore

There are some dreams, drifting between stars
tethered to the past, beautiful and far