I take this rare trip back
on a road so long and winding
that leads me
to this dry harbor
Once awash with a young man’s dreams
Now left a landscape
parched and barren
Exposing life’s cracks and fissures
Docks that moored
youthful hopes and desires
now lay rotted and abandoned
along this deserted shore
So I wander along the broken planks
and ponder that time that was(n’t)
Stop and gaze into the far horizon
With this gesture – as I do so avow….
Delene, I loved you
Though the many years have passed
In my mind’s eye
I still see you there
Blue jeans and brown bucks
A way that you moved
So angelic
I fell right under your spell
Sequins on black tee’s
Transforming mere daylight
into sparkling diamonds
that glittered upon your breast
Coal dark eyes
did contrast
the sunlight strands
that haloed your round and radiant face
You were my youth
A secret desire
An anchor of hope
in a world of shifting currents
Others, they were anointed
Bestowed a grace and honor
of your brilliant smile
your magic touch
Is it some irrational conviction
or a want for resolution
that leads me
to this dry harbor
Once awash with a young man’s dreams
now left a never fading memory
of a girl far in the distance
but remains an endless aspiration
That is YOU
My Own Dry Harbor 