I Like The Idea Of What Boats Are Meant For
I Told You Once
Boats Are Meant To Sail
Far To The Sea
And Dissolve In The Horizon
Till They Are Gone
Till They Sink
To The Bottom Of The Sea
And Kiss Its Floor
And Become The
Permanent Ornaments
Of The Corrals And Sands
But I Like Your Idea Too
Of Boats
Like Mine Sailing To The Farthest Sea
Of Boats Like Yours
That Come Back And Embrace Again
The Welcoming Arms
Of The Ports And The Shores
And Hear The Sounds
Of Men And Women
And Children
All Rejoicing