Serendipity when Sailing
The beauty found in what a new day can bring
When crafted from love, as your boat comes in
Such a boat too, that lingers in calm waters of grey
She is haunting, majestic, the phantom of the bay
So dazzling and dreamy, but to sail her away
Thoughts of wide open spaces that slip between darkness of night, light of day
To be carried in the womb of her vessel, drifting out towards the sea
Gently does she rock, for she sets the current, she is the conduit
Back and forth has she gone with her oars of life
Row, row, little wooden boat, row so that she may continue to go
Towards now sailing in smooth passage, the hope of respite
For deep inside her the soft wood once did scream
Of another time where the splinters pierced dreams
As with her berth, so is the depth she carries inside
that now holds all her hope washing against the tide
For she places her trust in the little wooden boat
It will anchor her back to shore, it will keep her afloat.
