June 22, 2008
The water is crystal clear,
Lapping against my bare feet,
Icy cold and sparkling beautifully.
When Interlude comes into view.
She cuts through the water,
Like a silver sword, arriving at the dock,
My breathe coming in short gasps as I climb aboard
For much needed rest after long days of pain and
My mind is lost in memories of her past,
She was named for her calm
And easy going trips, mind-sailing
And spent sitting on her nose,
laughing as waves got us soaking
When Interlude comes into view,
We all forget the drama
That life throws upon us,
We rest a while and just breathe,
As the sun goes down behind the sea,
Sweet Tranquility.

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