Despite my love for diving,
I’ve kept my oceans calm
Not for steady departures
but for the wheel to stay in my hand.
I would only pull my anchor
when the boat would reach a port
Waiting for it to crash on a lighthouse
that has often felt like a home
The magic is found in glimmers
of beams escaping the clouds
and the ocean shimmers
in their uncontrollable bows.
Should you spot a figure in the offset
don’t hesitate to call it a muse
looking at it might make your mind reset
to catch a dream though you need a gentle push.
Ask the muse all you are afraid to answer
and you’ll receive tales of your fears
Keeping your demons a bit closer
might make your thoughts more sincere
If the waves rise in sight of your muse
don’t step back, light a fag,
observe the waves cover the sun
and don’t reminisce moments on land.
It is not the end.
It is a new start.
It will make you want to sail for real this time.
