Young Lovers

Out To Sea

My mind swims with thoughts of a past love,
warm like a sun-filled afternoon
while walking the pier of a green sea.
Remembered moments slip by
as easily as the sky changes color--
from swept orange, cool red, to dark violet.
Various shades of emotion.
I watch these changes like one watches
the slow travel of clouds.

Past arguments both won and lost.
Small reminders, really,
like a white sailboat in the rolling sea.
With it's cloth sails set against a west wind,
and like the quiet past,
our voices carry away out to sea.