Motors seemingly wind sailing me,
across an ocean of ideas, silently.

Warm breeze and hot sun,
caressing my burning face,
it's hard to find shade,
or, a more relaxing place.

Where blue waters merge,
with the lighter blue sky.
An image forever unchanged,
infinitely, meeting the eye.

My thoughts intermingle,
with the edge of the ocean.
And sometimes, half watching,
Aye, I see, I see a great notion.

But mostly, it just dulls me to sleep,
I dream of diving with creatures of the deep.