When I look
               out to the sea...
      I feel myself
              floating on the wind.
     White, wispy clouds
             take me here..
                 take me there.

     My soul
            is adrift...
     Cut loose
           from its' moorings
                that tie me to earth.

     Gone to
           another place
                and time.
     And then,
          I come  back....

     Sadly longing
         for that space
     That held me,
        gently, everlastingly
                effortlessly.
      ......I am here.....

kay ekwall©1987