The Mystic

The sun
was shining.
The inlet
was a bit
windy.
Birds lay
in
the boats
that
are docked
to shelter
themselves
from
the wind.
I look
out at
the water
and
realize
my soul
is free.
At this
moment
I wish
I could
fly.
Lift
off and
take flight.
With my
feet
dangling
in the air.
My toes
just
touching
the edges
of the waves.
I hear
the guitar
in the
background.
I hear
the words,
We were
born before
the wind.
Younger
than the sun.
As we
sail into the mystic.
Van Morrison
is singing
in
the background.
My heart is
full.
Then I look
at you.
I want to
rock your gypsy
soul..
The words of
Van Morrison
come out
of my mouth.
I look at you
and take
you to the end
of the pier.
I grab
your hand
and make
you dance
with me.
You shuffle
with me
just a few
times
and we laugh.
Our dance
is done.
You do not realize
that I do not
care if you
cant dance.
I am not
looking
for technique.
I am looking
for Heart.
I am looking
for someone
to sail
with
me into
the mystic.
And
I have
found
you.