Peace, the quiet serenity of floating endlessly over ocean The love of the Caribbean Day dreaming when the sun feels good on your shoulders. Close your eyes baby. Standing up beside the jib, and smiling because it is a beautiful day… Birds gliding gracefully upon the water, making ripples everywhere with their wings. Clouds float overhead forming odd shapes and different sizes. A breeze every now and then to remind of you His presence. Now, the sun goes down as time passes.
The yacht is rocking into the night, heaven and sky full of stars, water, and space and exhilaration. Joy, because He made it all. Quiet time to pray, to think about little ones, to embrace family back home. To remember loved one who are sick and to thank God for each of them. Wishing for guitar, serenading to the moon.
Day light, the smell of fresh air and blue clear water. Splash – a diver going down to explore the world below. No TV, no cars, no stereos, just you, God and beauty everywhere! Sleeping in on a lazy day, and watching the world go by, no worries, no fear, just blissfulness.
Snorkeling, exploration, excitement, and heartbeats down below – sergeant majors, remoras, crabs, turtles, barracuda, and gars. Rocks, reef, coral and color -a pretty picture to the artist’s hand… Pull up the anchor and move! Another adventure, just beginning.
Morning, moving fast, the yacht turning starboard, no port, the jib flapping madly in the wind. Time to pull the mainsail in. The sun beating down on your skin, tummy and legs turning golden brown. Shades over your eyes – everything rose colored. Twenty-five sunblock smeared all over, no burns.
Sunset, sundown, you’d better take care.
Night, clean sheets, cold sheets, snuggling up to a pillow and blanket. “To sleep per chance to dream”.
Laura C. Young- Puglia
A poem I wrote when I was on a 50 foot yacht salling with my dad and mom in Saint Thomas.