The hiss of the secret waves,
The crash against the small saluted ship,
Awaken a sailor, old, and fragile,
To a sky of beauty,
The sailor has seen many skies in his life,
And not one as beautiful as the Northern Lights.
The swirl and splash of colors,
Smudged together,
Like a child's finger paint above a lonely, eerie, ocean.
This stunning sight soaks into the sailors heart and soul.
Printed in his mind,
Like an oil painting created in his head.
He begins to forget his age,
His life,
And can on;y concentrate on the beauty of the sky above,
The True Beauty of Life
