Bobbing freely
above the drowning,
briny sea,
they move with
the breeze yet
remain tethered
to solid ground beneath
darkly mysterious
still waters.
I look into those eyes,
such deeply rooted guides
which flow with every mood
yet never become lost
by my winding path.
Glittering Muse
Humanist Spirituality. Balanced Living. Poetic Inspiration.
Beautiful poem David. Wishing you a very Happy New Year and may you never lose sight of your buoys.
Thank you, Trée- Best wishes to you, too.
Lovely, David.