Wanderer

The soul of a sailor, you say

and the words, salty on your tongue

spill into my dreams

i can breathe underwater

rush of indigo and slivers

of sun sweet memories

-the more you live the less you die -

womanfish with skin of a

thousand patterned mirrors

blinking fair winds and tall ships

and freedom and forgetting

and how the world feels to us

swimming gypsy free priest wanderer

hooligan fey facing stern

sailor soul and a canvas of dreams

and you