THE SEA OF MANY COLORS

 

I drift alone in my boat

On the sea of many colors.

A mirror to the pastel sky,

To what resides so high.

The moon peeking from above,

Caressing me like a soft glove.

As I drift along in my boat

On the sea of many colors.

DRIFT ALONE

 

 

I drift alone.

On the sea of many colors.

A mirror to the pastel sky.

The moon peeking from above.

Jealous of my supreme peace.

As I drift along in my boat.

On the sea of many colors.