Drifting ...

It was years ago when I left the shore
from what feels like a far-distant land.
King Neptune did call, so I did not stall
upped that anchor from out of deep sand.

Bright dreams drew me in, encouraged me on,
soon my spirit would set my soul soaring ~
No courage I lacked, felt the wind at my back,
so set sail for a comfortable mooring.

Through oceans of time and seas oh so deep
I spent hours in quiet reflection.
My boat it did sail, the winds did not fail
viewing life from a brand new direction.

It’s a distant star that guides me go on,
if in darkness I drift on this ocean.
With its little light, in the dark of  night
it consoles and revives my emotion.

The sun will go down and also will rise
many times on this infinite quest.
Time is advancing, but I’m still prancing
on my way towards doing my best.

As storm clouds gather, tormenting these seas
into swells much like hot water boiling.
I remain afloat, in my little boat,
safe and sound from their constant foiling.

When days are long and sun showers flirt,
when aware that I'm quite hot and weary.
I pray for cool rain, lest I go insane
and await that bright rainbow to cheer me.

As that rainbow melts, into a mirage,
I’m left to reflect on colorful hues.
The days of the past, flying by so fast
while future moments lurk near without clues.

Challenging the sea and cruising alone
will test skills and play tricks with your mind.
But I forge right on, from dawn until dawn
ever thankful for old ties that bind.

I’m penning my thoughts, one line at a time
for I don't have too many choices.
To keep from failing, I keep on sailing
attentive to faraway voices.

Other folks sail to faraway places
and enjoy heaving out on the swell.
With old charts in hand ~ they sail for a land,
one hundred and eighty from hell.

The lighthouse still waits on that distant shore
as we sail through the blue and the brine.
With its beaming light, in the dark of night
it will guide us, all safely through time ...





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