If only

She's like the wind
Rehashed breezes
Of wannabes gales
Tempting listless clouds
Beckoning pending storms again
He hoists the spinnaker
And waits
Her gentle tickles on the water morphs
And baby waves start to frolic
Nearly there
The angry ocean starts to shout
Big timpani bangs announce happy thunders
His sails lift and kisses her with glee -

And then he wakes up
It was that dream again.

Reviews

[DorothyParker]

spinnaker - now that's a word I don't see everyday on a poem. Sea knowledgable I presume.

[SleeplessVolcano]

A little bit...felt the ocean's breeze a few times through my hair...the spinnaker helped....

Winds blowing through my soul, rather, I have grown more fond of......just need to find the name of the sail helping me with that.......

[V]

What a nice dreamy story in poetic ways. I always like your word use, reads uniquely and is effective. Your first line reminds me of an old song. Lovely poem.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you. I have been sitting on a few novel ideas for decades......someone said that poetic expression can help us to write stories......so I am trying....:)

Ahhh....yes, a song. I need to work on that too....maybe the soundtrack? ;)

[V]

You're welcome. I used to write a very few lyrics in the past but I'm better at writing prose or poems.