His sailboat glides,
from out the bay,
as hours close,
on End of Day.
White sails shimmer
still glowing bright,
in ever waning
rays of light.
Old sailor smiles
as he peers,
at land which slowly
disapears.
Old sailor smiles,
finds himself free,
to wander, escape,
on endless seas.
His sailboat glides,
from out the bay,
as hours close,
on End of Day.
White sails shimmer
still glowing bright,
in ever waning
rays of light.
Old sailor smiles
as he peers,
at land which slowly
disapears.
Old sailor smiles,
finds himself free,
to wander, escape,
on endless seas.
Journal... hmmmm I should really write something here.... Okay a little about me would be in order?
I'm new to this deviant art and love the wide range of expression I've found here. People doing what they do and putting it out there for the world. What else is there for an artist of any type? I'm a writer (past) and singer (present) looking to get my 'mojo' for writing back and work some of it into song. Inspired by real life, I find joy and sadness in the details. The difference between the usual 'Good morning' and the heartfelt 'Good Morning' aren't in the volume or pitch but in the cadence and smile. I hope to have a long list agai