Sailing through time

we point our proud bow

to the open sea.

Warm winds swell the canvas

painted with the shadows of gulls.

Our ship is beautiful.

It skims the green waves

like a dragonfly by day

and a firefly by night.

We loosen the ropes and tighten them,

consult the compass,

and sometimes believe

that we have traced a route through the deep.

But the ocean has embraced us

and maps its own desires,

and we can only laugh and kiss

and dance our feet in the luminous wake.

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