Sailing Beneath This Starry Cave Poem by Kathy Lippard Cobb

There's nothing like a moonlight sail—
The canvas rippling in a warm wind.
My fingers tightly grip the rail,
Like a long lost friend.

The canvas rippling in a warm wind—
A spray of salt against my face.
Like a long lost friend,
I accept night's sweet embrace.

A spray of salt against my face—
The boat rocks on a charcoal wave.
I accept night's sweet embrace
As I drift beneath this starry cave.

The boat rocks on a charcoal wave—
My fingers tightly grip the rail.
As I drift beneath this starry cave,
There's nothing like a moonlight sail.