with untethered anchor my compass points to the uncharted waters of destiny

oh the beauty of what could be, embracing the light in front
of me

when the night get cold and the fog horn blows there’s a distant lighthouse that glows

as stormy seas besiege and the high surf obscures the light, I fall inward searching for the light to safe harbour

it is here I will transfer my flag to the doves wing for this mystical journey I’ve charted to the stars