His waters

Laying on the deck,with the sun warming his body,he listens.


The sound of the waves gently lapping against the side of his boat.


A calm sky above,clouds filtering the light shinning down into his soft eyes.


The air sweet with the scent of the waters below him,and he smiles.


At peace within himself he rides the crashing waves as they carry him.


Letting the waters be his guide and the sky his compass, he drifts.


The current moving him with ease as he sails the ocean to find his destiny.