Drifting

Drifting on the sea of life

my small boat weathered and frail,

I search the horizon

then set my course

and into the sunset sail.

With the sun on my face

and a song in my heart,

I dream the day away

and just for a moment

time stands still,

as I rise above

the fray.

Author's Note

photo courtesy of pinterest.com

Reviews

[B. Boileau]

A dreamy calming piece. Sets my mind at ease. You set us on a journey of content that all is right.
You have an amazing way with words.

bill

[Dara]

This warm review is just what is needed on a cold January night. Thank you so much Bill!

[Misery]

Your poem paints a precious moment, dear Dara.
How wonderful and wondrous to rise above the fray. Thank you for sharing this drifting moment.

[Dara]

Music and poetry does it every time. So nice to get your wonderful comments, thank you dear friend.

[Misery]

You are welcome, lovely friend.

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our vessels may be weathered and frail but they still permit us time to drift into sunsets, even if only for a moment... a calm within the storms of life just as this poem is... beautiful words and photo, Dara

[Dara]

Very beautifully put and a wonderful reminder of the 'calm within the storms'. Great to see you again :-)

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Great to be back :)