landscapes escape and reshape the places
burned in memories and etched in dreams
behind closed eyes the vibrant hilled spaces
and darkened valleyed plains contrast to extremes
the muse stands ashore
le marin drifts from ethereal to real
close enough to touch yet stoically unaffected
feel what the rocking ship feels
ache the way creaking wood aches
yearn how le marin yearns 
if only a distant heart could sail and sail 
until it is breathily grounded capsized 
and stranded at dolorous lowtide