Ocean Blue

We float by
on a craft, so splintered and worn,
that it seems as if magic
is the only element
keeping us from plunging into the sea.

The ocean stirs below,
where rippling water
gives way to deep blue.
You drag your fingers.
Water numbs and cocoons the tips.

In the distance a sky of forget-me-not blue
embraces the sea.
Where they meet is blurred.
The horizon hidden
when water and air become one.

Salty air leaves our lips chapped
and our throats scratched.
A dry reminder of a world 
we can never join.

However, we still sit.
Mesmerized by the water dancing,
leaping up to spray our faces
and cool our cheeks,
raw from salt and UV rays.

The dinner-plate sun warms the blurred horizon.
A wind blows,
sending shivers down our necks.
Our hearts sink with the sun.
We know it is time to go.

Without regret,
we turn to leave.
The sun no longer warms our necks,
but a friendly spray from the sea kisses us good-bye,
never knowing when we will return.