the importance of sailboats

there was a time when my world was filled with darkness. on that sailboat, i walked to the helm. "you look as if you are sad, son." i navigated my skiff to the nearest rock, tying off and sighing. "lisa, salt lake city, how are you? the belgian frites, they were salty, just like this sea." we waded in, a sand crab scuttled in the shallows, looking for its home. "hmm. sand crab, you are amongst friends. we know where to venture, but we are lost among the tides." lisa opened a bottle of merlot, and we sipped amongst the gulls as they flew semi-circles of loneliness. "tonight, i feel the warmth of your touch, yet i am cold. hold me. hold me as if this was the ending." beginning, i thought, for she knew not that i had dived earlier into the deep blue, fetching a pearl from a grand mollusk, yearning for her heart. i presented her this gift of my admiration. smiles. "yes." and that was all i needed. we were forever entwined amongst the sea and clouds. clouds swirled and laughed, breathing fresh dew in the morning as we unhitched and set forth for Calcutta. "your smile leaks of things to come," she said, " for i will always love you, as long as we are on the sea."