My sail

My boats slowly being packed, careful of what I take, to this journey of the lake.
Not holding on to heavy weights that will just sink and not think, of the lightness the brightness that it needs to sail the waters of the rivers the seas that can’t capsize me.
Rough terrain, calm waters, choppy seas, glistening sparkles of the reflections, of lights shining bright above the water tonight.
I’m waiting at the jetty, ready to sail free, my ships leaving, fresh waters to discover in me.

Am I going solo, waiting for the grown one?
Is he ready to sail, or still in his swirl.
The whirlpool of lies that he cannot hide, clutching so tight, anyone of use cause he’s stuck in his loosh.

Can he love himself true and then find you?
Has he a compass, where’s his north?
Home he will find on the shore, in the seas in the breeze, in the movement of the free ..
Come find me…..