The Dead of Night

On the ocean there is no
Dead of night, instead 
Only one unending moment
Of life. There is a tapestry of
Stars wrapping the undulating
Waves in an embrace that
No man's arms can ever hold.
Or the dancing moonlight
Shimmering off the dolphins'
Backs that swim with ecstasy
Across the bow of the boat.
And I, at the wheel, gaze up
Around and within in wonder
And must remind myself
To breathe in the night air
Filled with salt and stardust.

(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)