Craving these misty mornings,
Escaping to night-shattering dawn,
Rocking to the gentle undulations,
Sloshing soft on un-named lake lagoon,
Beating a metronomic pulse:
Soul-stirring.
Treading barefoot on grainy planks,
Leaving sleepy-land behind,
Feeling safely tethered, yet free,
Floating, yet (the rub) still captive,
Vanishing, axing clumsy clutter:
Conscience-clearing.
Listening to waking wavelets
lapping languorous against mast-moorings,
Gleaming droplets, glassy shards of sun,
Reflecting sky-blue dawning day,
Clearing back-of-mind cumulus:
Dream-defining.