December Sky VI

I haven't been here in ages. It almost feels new.

An ode to the ever beautiful December Sky. May it be glorious each year than before!

And then came December sky..
With everything that was and why
From the dark to the rising Sun,
Every step was remembered and then forgotten.

And then came December sky..
With it, dreams of a time never gone by
Beyond the colour of these seas I can see
A happy girl, always dancing with glee.

And then came December sky..
The journey is long, but short is the cry
From lit rainbows to dancing rivers
Hope is what answers them prayers.

My Boat. My World.

My boat. It's heavy.

Heavy from the rains of my face. 
Heavy from the waves crashing in my heart.

My boat. It's rocky.

Rocky from the tremor in my knees.
Rocky from the thoughts in my head. 

My boat. It sails.

It sails with the wind from my lungs.
It sails with the rustle in my hair.

My boat. It glides.

It glides with thoughts of her.
It glides with the curve of my lips. 

My boat. My boat. 

If I could, I would.
Turn up the Sail, Pull up the anchor.

It's time to paddle along.
It's time to scoop out the water. 

My boat. My world. 

Say a little prayer for us all.
For we are servants of the deep blue

I look back at the diminishing island,
Hopeful, of feeling the sand on the shore again.
Knowing, the longing of the warmth will always reign.

All I hear is the lull of water on wood.
All I feel is the weight of my decision.

Someday, I will see the cheeky grin again.
Someday, I will know, it's meant only for me.
And this time, I will be able to let it flower like it's meant to be.