Night-Wave
Drifting steady on a calm lake.
No waves, no wind, no sound.
The night sky filled with bright dots that fills a canvas-like portrait.
Looking back at me from a future I don't know.
How can you see a future when a painting is mostly black?
How can you determine the road your suppose to take when you can see without the light?
First things first, I must row myself ashore, away from the darkness that's underneath me.
It’s best I walk with my head up than down.
Fly, don't sink.
See more, don’t blink.
The stars to align themselves for anyone.
It’s up to you to arrange a path




















