Arias carry me along the sea
a thought drifted on timber inspirations
and ripples of mistakes
no muse to show the way
—-no trail in the endless deep
—-unaware of the drink, the drift
leading still beneath the sun
a projection of bare foot
longing for the stories
sunsets never told.
The Waking Den 
“timber inspirations” — love this line. Makes me think of a ship of dreams.
Believe it or not, that line, and that opener, leaped into being after an afternoon spent listening to loggers talk about the processes by which forests used to be felled and drifted downriver…drifting timber inspirations indeed!
I should very much love to spend time on a ship of dreams, however. Particularly if it was either A. Spacebound or B. heading toward Hawaii in about a month. It gets cold here.