A Fine First Mate (a poem)
#5 of Poems
In my low points, I think of my love. I love them. They love me. They make me happy.
Lying awake seeking sleep and I don't dream of you.
I see you in my mind and I taste you on my lips.
For you are real and I'm enamored
You lift my sinking ship as it bobs the sea of dreams
For I don't dream you, you're real
Perhaps there is you in all and I just hope for some of me in you
Lest we spend forever hoping for more than a dream.
I don't dream, not of you
You're my reality and I'm yours
We sail together across the sea of dreams to land of real
I couldn't ask for a better first mate