Sailing Home Poem by Monica Paris

Sailing upon smooth waters,
No turbulence.
Water, clear as glass.
The wind as it blows
is like having your fingers in my hair.
The warm sun on my face,
Is like your breath caressing my cheek
I’m missing your touch.
Casting my sails your way,
I am coming home.
A star that wears your name,
is lending me direction,
the brightest in all the sky.
The water rocks me gently,
lulling my sea soaked soul.
Your hearts the harbor...
I dock in.
I lower my anchor once and for all...
inside the heart I’ll forever call home.