Will O' the Wisp

 I sail small boats. With no one on it. By choice. I take the long routes, I wait and watch the sun. My destination is no shore or mountain.  My destination is the waves of the water. My destination is watching the fish and the birds, it is the tune that I play on the flute. My destination is no place. So, I sail. Towards another place. I hope to see a land. Of liliputs, or giants. Of geometry or horses.  I sail small boats. With people on it. By choice. I still take the long routes. I wait and watch the sun. My destination becomes my companions. To talk, to touch the water together, to discuss the moon and the nights. We write snippets of poems, or maybe long poems together. We read them out loud. Sometimes they make sense, sometimes they don't.  I again return, not to any place, but the middle of the water. I start sailing. This time alone. Because I want to. My small boat moves. Towards another land. I hope to see liliputs, or giants, or maybe someone Gulliver never found. :)

Every time I close my eyes, I see the sky  I see the sky with different patterns  The patterns don't make any sense to me They are not the shapes I know of I try to look at them consciously But they vanish.  I try to concentrate, they vanish  I open and close my eyes again.  Every time I close my eyes I see the sky This sky doesn't have a moon and hundred stars But it too takes me on the journey to the unknown I try to find people, I try to find people I've never known  Instead I find patterns.  The patterns I try to make sense of and then realize Do the people exist in the universe as patterns? Do they talk in my language?