in the bath,
i study
the lines,
the smile,
mirrored in
my image.
there i am
that infamous explorer
drunk and wild,
riding the north star
into storms
and heavens
only adventurers
know.
my first mate beckons
from a sea of bubbles
and i know it's time
to travel downstairs,
downstream -
to find our port and name it
with pen.
goodnight my
sweet love
may the wind
always be at our backs and
the sunshine warm
upon our faces
now
until forever.
1 comment:
Hey, that's nice. I like the third stanza (I think it's the third stanza)about riding the North Star; it reminds me of a nursery rhyme or the intro to DreamWorks motion pictures when the boy is casting a fishing line from the crescent moon. Anyway, hope all is well. Merry Christmas.
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