Sea Sailing

What if I let it all go
and sailed with the moon for a while?
Would anyone miss me enough
to come and fly too?
to leave the world on the ground and keep my
heart safe up with me in the sky's depths...
melting into the paper thin clouds
becoming one of the sea's friends
as I catch my reflection in it's eyes.
Just me and the water above and below.
tracing my finger along it's silver surface,
it caresses me in return.
salt and air filling my senses
with pure white noise
until there isn't room for the crazy chaos
of land.
on the bow of my vessel
I'll stand alone.
daring the ocean tides to take me anywhere.
There's no place left that can strike me with fear,
the unknown being a thrill to the beholder.
the bare plains of flat nothing,
the inclement icy depths of the north,
careless dancing trees and winds.
angel's singing my theme,
while I strain to pick out the one I miss the most...
the rush of chase
and chance...
being the power in my sails.