Dreaming of Home

Resting on the gunwale
The wind ruffling my hair
The sea salt caressing my skin
And the soft rolling of the waves
Send my body into a blissful serenity
I let the weights close my eyes
And I dream of whales dancing
Of days when the sun was brighter
The air cooler
And the sails catching in the breeze
I dream that I am
Running into open arms
And being held close
Hearing a soft voice
Saying it will be alright

But in a shout
The moment is ruined
And I realize I am
Still sitting on the gunwale
And I must move
So we can go back to the real world
And my supposed home.