Early morning hours we sail into darkness
over the smooth waters the colour of granite.
What lies ahead is what is left behind
as we sail from island to island.
The sea awakens before us as the sun lifts the darkness
& the ocean transforms from black to gray,
a swirling & waving mix of colour that
reminds me of my summer flower garden
in a gentle breeze.
Glancing across our oily reflections we see
the boulders resting quietly against the shoreline;
the eagle in search of food for its young,
& the mountains towering above all
the lands like kings.
The only movement on the glass is
the calm waves rolling away from us with
memorizing motions only threatened by the
sinister turbulence our engine derives.
We sail to the shore,
marvelling all the luscious sights
& we thank the sea for sharing its
calm moments with us.
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