All I see is blue.
Blue is the sky. Blue is the water.
Blue is my favorite color.
Blue and blue collide on the horizon.
Above me are cloud, little circle pillows.
I reach out to touch them, in awe of their freedom.
They soar through the sky, unsure of their next destination.
The lighthouse inspires me.
Ordinary, yet so important in guiding me to shore in the dark sky, twinkling with little stars above.
As I see it now, it is nothing but a nice decoration on the shoreline, a toy.
I say goodbye to the lighthouse, telling it that I’ll be back soon.
Light brown rocks blend into tan sand that covers the shore.
Tan sand blends into dark green forests that stretch far beyond the horizon.
My sailboat glides ever so delicately across the calm water.
My brown sails take me everywhere.
They take me to faraway lands I have never seen before.
Where I’m going isn’t clear.
I only know where I came from.
My brown sails are giant wings, soaring across the water.
They take me away.