Say you'll sail with me. Say you'll find your peace upon that adventurous bow. Say you'll be sailing with me into all horizons.
Sails puffed give onward motion and when in gentle repose they offer gateways to reflection.
With you my moral compass can navigate any sea, can make plain sailing of any ocean playground.
Come to the bow ye buoyant waves, come rock this boat as if it were the cradle of the ocean. For this sailing ship, under sun and starry skies all the same, goes ever onward into the horizon in that spirit of adventurous optimism. Come take a gander at the moon, at she who radiates the sun's pure light even when we face away into night's canvas of deep velvet. And for all and any challenges that come, we do in grand spirit, for whom else would we be if we cowered on some sandy shore instead of choosing the noble ways?
The sail stands proud,
As if a window to the clouds.
I watch them sail above,
The clouds,
And imagine sitting upon puffed bows,
Watching myself sail below,
On timeless seas,
In seamless time,
Sailing on.
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