The Sailor Hope

From the Beyond of the sea,

And limit of the sea blue,

I was colored. From the truth of the sea sun

I was born here and nowhere but.

With the real wind I have passed.

Life is a journey of going without return.

What you do is what has been done.

Life is you and your truth inside.

Do not let it go from your hands

On your hands, the maps

Were drawing the place of Master age.

You are beautiful if you

Looked to yourself from that point,

Life is seasons changing the time and the colors.

So do not let the fall be your fall down,

Do not let the summer turn you into Fire,

Do not let the winter block you home,

Don't let the Rain make you late for your train,

Don't let it get your inside pain.

Grow up with the coming spring,

Make the hidden gives out of you,

Get the colors for your brush to draw.

Let the bird sing in the morning bird

Sing in your window,

Let the fears go.

Let the sailor Return to

The quiet peaceful sunny beach

Sailor 

11April2003