I saw a boat assail on blue green waters...
Watching from my private island of love...
Such a beautiful sail with white sails flying...
Almost with a sense of true freedom
and spirit of its own...



I wondered how blissful it might have been
to be on that special boat...
I wanted to capture all of its glory and danger there...
I wanted to stand while the wind blew past my being...
To feel part of the boat explicitly...
Such a sense of power and self will...



Waiting for the right person to
aquaint this great feel...
Hanging on to a perfect thrill...
Oh the feeling, the expectations,and
the power of the senses...



Oh how ratifying and satisfying in such a small boat...
Just a simple boat, a boat with a sail
Waiting to Sail Away...

Written by, Marsha Cleveland

�copyright 2001