Sailed on moonbeams,
upon clouds, deep blue seas
on a boat made of memory.
Skyward fantasy.
Where all I see
is an aging faded
image of me.
Sailing through the dusky views,
on sailboats made of raindrops and dew.
Stories of my youth.
Teardrop filled oceans,
midnight-soaked hues.
Colour the sky in purple and blue.
Sailing through the twilight sky,
on a boat formed from the question why,
with bits of when and how
forming the mast and the bow.
It guides towards answers to riddles I've pondered.
It shows me things I've always wondered.
Sailing on these clouds of reflection,
show me my past transgressions.
The hits and the misses.
Butterfly heart thrown sweet kisses.
From deep below deck,
my thoughts are stoked.
This boat formed from words I spoke
and the windows make the view so clear,
crystal images held so very near.
Thanks for reading
please check out my new book "In Shadows"
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