Sailing

The summer is slowly turning into the golden days before autumn

Longer days shorten like quicksand, and I have missed them all

Absorbed in the rush of demands and the tide of expectations

Waiting for the unrest to finally rest; for the paper walls to fall.

So much time sifted through the hourglass of a worried mind

I don’t want miss the last of these shimmering, sun-drenched days,

So let’s meet at the harbor of our past disappointments

Into the smooth sailing waters of here, of now, of today.

Shed the old skin of unworthiness clinging to your soul

There is nothing but transparency, there is no story left untold

Fall into the reassurance of what it means to be embraced

For all that you are, for the earnestness of a considerate face.