Allow me to stare after,
while sail and standard hover suspended
above the sunset’s rim;
while still a glimpse may be caught
and perhaps the grace of backward glance.
Let me linger,
savoring the echoes of laughter,
the timeless peace of this harbor
and consider the swift
dissipation of your wake.
If the breeze be generous
that carries you away,
you’ll hear my wishes
from across the distance.
Fair winds and following sea, my friend.
Fair winds and a following sea.