Pulling the bouy to shore
Restless,
Bobbing along the surface,
Threatening to capsize and sink
Above and below the surface at the same time
The wind sprays water against my face,
And she thinks I am crying for her
The moon light breaks through and keeps me awake
I am restless and feeling as if I will capsize
And never be able to do it over
I have to let go,
I wait for the evening man
To motor out along side me
Motor out and drag me along the surface
And to the shore
Drag me along the shore
And pull me up on the surface of the sand
I can hear the scratching sound
I feel as if I should walk up the path
And knock on her door
And tell her to come out and play