Aimless

There was a time

when I stumbled

deep into the blue

sailing through a sea of booze

often aimless

and without a clue.

Then came the time

I lost my mind

in the broadest

of light

I looked for it

all through the night

without a beacon

burning so bright

to show me the way home.

So it was my spirit

I had no choice

but to hone,

before the sun

I could ever be shown.

For it’s the boat

we must rock

hidden in morning’s haze

is where we make

the most waves.

All that is left

between death and my next breath

is an oar carved in lore.

What this story has in store

awaits on yonder shore.

Not over there

cuddled with the puddle

of you

on the kitchen floor.

BeLove © 2017

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