S. L. Gore

Silvretta

the silver moon streaked across the sky
and the sea shimmered like fresh midnight snow.
a fair wind filled the tall sails
as we cut swiftly through the warm night.
great billows grew on the far horizon
while we watched lightning dance in their glow.
the bow broke the black into froth
and the ship spewed white foam with each thrust.
from side to side she gently rolled
with the hammock smoothly swinging in the damp spray.
its a new rhythm that soothes my soul
and my spirit revels in the reality of the dream.

– Pacific Coast off Central America
after full moon in Libra

Silvretta 75 ft ketch somewhere in Central America