Seas of Bounty
Days pass in moments
the gulls caw a tune -
of omnipresent warmth
and content
on the open cove...
Smells like incense
bringing the river
to oceans -
meals from the sea.
And then remember
that faithful day
we sailed on horrizons.
On the breeze we soared
over white caped tendrils
the only company
we kept was our own.
Across colored carpets
of Gods majestic bounty
On and uncharted
these storm swept seas
of life and beauty...
Written in Glen Cove Harbor
Rockland, Me
SMPII - Stephen Ravenfeller 6/27/2002