Looking out across the fields this morning with the fog hanging close to the ground, I realize once again how much I miss the sea.

 

Fog and Sea

 

Old sailor’s dreams on foggy nights,

are dreams of ships and boats.

He dreams of being out to sea,

on anything that floats.

 

I spent my youth on haze grey decks,

sailed oceans wide, and deep.

I miss the sound of gentle waves,

that lulled me into sleep.

 

I may not ever sail again,

to ports across a sea.

But dreams I dream on foggy nights,

still bring them back to me.

 

By Jack Miller