photo credits aerodog59
Harbour of Hope
Summers warm colors and changing of light
Stars to open the curtains of night
Salt on the breeze to my worries give call
And they Soar to the heavens like waves in a squall.
The soft tinkle sounds from up in the spars
And the peeking out of new little stars
And the water slapping against my boat
Renews my heart and brightens my hope.