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Dead reckoning
by Michael Lyne
(03/04/09)
There is a point
that cannot be seen directly.
No crossed lines on a chart.
Approached only through the grand circle
of kiss and caress.
The journey there is of many ways
curving down through a sensing sea.
As we cut through the distance
only you know when we have reached our destination.
But I know the wind rising
and I know the prow cutting
ever faster through the foam
and I know the moment of no return
when I no longer pretend
to know my task
but only watch and feel and wonder.
A passenger on a heedless ship.
Desire crashing down on rising seas
as you laugh in the teeth of the gale
and we drop like dreamers
into the calm.
©2009 by Michael Lyne
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Michael Lyne is an Irish male living in Germany. He is interested in motorcycles, good books and rereading them, as well as rendering passion into poetry. For more information see his his blog.
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