Distant Harbors

Along the rim which rings the far horizon the hours sound the compass /

distant music builds

and falls from the very same stars which shine upon you

as they do myself. —

Let us navigate these evening visions together and alone / as vessels escaping the hold which space insists upon us. — Tracing a path from this pen

to your distant comforts

and the wonders which hold your gaze — the light from my window unfurls

as on masted canvas

into your lambent harbor.