Way of life

Fishes are my harvest
In boats I must roam
Lilies are my roses
Water is my home

Build up

brick upon brick
foundation being laid
moments are in hand
destiny being delayed
right now what matters
forget future pain
today is very wise
tomorrow so insane

Day dream

On the horizon, a sailing boat
A lonely soul at the helm
Eyes closed, meditating
Boat on its own, course setting
Take her to the destinations’ dream
Valley of the sun, desires but one
To meet the beloved
And her wish was heard

Time to play

beautiful game in town
I will still play mine
Anyone