single brick of a word
to hold them but
a whisper in void

“too angry”
“too sad”
“too happy”

the noise that are heavier on the chest
descend in the prayer
to find its rest

Sailing through the voyage of life,
A story of the prayer,
Navigates the fate thru its constellation,
Found in tranquillity.

To savour the wave lullaby,
Calling the dreams
Entwined between
Seas and the skies.

A standing sailor
Glares at the shore
Evening hues
Sinking to the dawn

From the lighthouse tower
In twilight hour
To send peace
for every peer