[Sea] The Blue Skies

The invisible sea, flowing
Around us, a winter leaf drifts
Like a boat without a captain,
Caught up in gentle breezes.

Adrift, bound for the distant shores.
Where will you go, uncertainty.
It matters very little here
Out in the blue waves of heaven.

The destination is unknown,
This vessle, a sigh on the wind;
Drifting quietly down, down, down
Signifying a seasons end.





I went through this poem putting it into metrical feet with every intention to go back in and work on the rhyme scheme. Well, I messed and I dawdled and I came to the conclusion that sometimes things are better left alone.