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I've received the warmest of winds to which I gratefully cling like a lazy sail
cruising through a sea of wildflowers
(daisy's, to be exact, but feel free to insert your own favorite here)
This vessel does not dance, nor does it frolic or fritter or skip
Unmoored from the moorings of life, I wait for the stars to chart my course
but I'm not choosy about where this vessel takes me
How could I be?
How could I question the currents that move the wildflowers to and fro, back and forth, swirling them playfully before moving on?
It's good to just be. To breathe the warm air (eyes closed for best effect)
To hold your hand. To kiss your lips (again, eyes closed--you know)
Sail with me...