Relationships
Wish they were like ships
knowing how to ride the waves
to navigate through stormy days
when rain comes to contemplate
raising the stakes
questioning if we can relate
without the ship in place
Maybe its the anchor
which keeps the banter
from becoming slander
opening the door for candor
we can handle
without getting rambled
Is it the sails
flowing like veils
moved by the wind
showing us where to begin?
Standing on the deck
compass in hand
realizing the full effect
of what it means to be captain
Setting the course
adventuring tour de force
to explore and discover
through unchartered water
Looking beyond into the deep blue
Reflecting back to us
how much we don’t have a clue
Though the muse may be external
our true anchor is internal
We are the ship
doing our best to navigate
attempting to relate
and get a grip
Sailing in the unknown
getting out of our head zone
Relating one to one
our minds are blown
Resources of the heart
call for a restart
Moving us to embark
Past the known parts
Finding more watts
to power up what we forgot
that this kind of sailing
calls for an unveiling
of our soul
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