if you are unsure about your identity,
seek it.
in every gracious way.
your story
relies on your
intuition;
of starry nights,
of love everlasting
securely protected
by the will of some
higher shimmer.
pray that the ocean reflect that
nightly heart you call yours,
sailing into the undying determination
of both the oceans and sky's
vast ubiquitous nature as they
only seek to boast your journey.
for when the storms may come,
that you
only add to the sea
with your tears.
therefore to the still
nothingness that permeates
a dark sky.
so that each drop will
constellate piercing light
in the veil of space.
and there to,
will be
your memory of conquering
a nightmare to a dream.