"Haul wind and run"

Looking like seagulls
Bobbing their heads
Their shrouds as shiny
As silvery threads
Once in a while
Flash redsails and blue
Catamarans
In brilliant bright hues
Brownskinned sailors
Heeling close by
Trapezing to windward
Riding on high
Pyramid waves
Crested by white
Moving as certain
As darkening night
Looks like the ocean
Is chasing my wake
Seems like forever
Is fixing to break
Sailing alone
Thinking of you
Colors engulf me
Blue-into-blue