The sun sets, falling under the waves. Colors shatter and
break in the air.
Slowly we rock back and forth, the small ship sleepy and
calm.
On strong wooden planks you hold me and we dance.
The stars sit down to watch. The darkest blue turns black. Water becomes sky.
We rock, and we rock, back and forth.
Peace laps up against the boat.
The storms have brought us so far from the land, the clouds
ushered us on. They sailed us to a place unknown by any traveler. Our place of
rest. Our sea-breeze lullaby.
The kind wind hums softly the songs born by her
travels- distant and enchanting. Somehow
she has found us. She takes our tale and continues on, telling it to the sea.
But we stay on.
And we rock and we rock and we rock to sleep.
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