Poetica

The sun was mirrored in the sea
and beyond the sea was home
but there are many nautical miles
with sky-blue waves and snowy foam

I am not an old school sailor
but I can read the stars
and so they guide me on my way
 back to where my folks are

Every cloud has a silver lining
and though the wind is tough
it makes my boat a little faster
and my folks have waited long enough

I dream of future love and beauty
of future daughter and son
for my back is bent beneath its load
and my memories are gone

But at the evening sun is glowing
I drink beer and watch it shine
cause even when the sea is roaring
a sailor may dream sometimes

© Jonna Carlsson