On The Waters

The air is full of echoes,

Of yesterday’s song,

As I stand upon this pier,

These are the sounds I hear,

Before first seagull’s cry,

I angle my bow to the sea,

And let my sails to fly.

The bay is gently lapping,

Against wood pylons of time,

Holding my vessel to start,

My soul on journey of heart,

As men do not have wings,

Yet on these waters I soar,

Releasing my prayers to the sky,

Of pains and burden I bore.

My sails catch the breath of sky,

Upon the waters my heart will fly,

So much to see and more to do,

Love is my journey returning to you.

On my watch of silence,

My heart here finds such peace,

Beneath a silent star,

From lands now so far,

As the moon reflects on mirror,

Reflecting the light of my soul,

Sharing silent words on water,

I find myself made whole.

Setting young hand to the ropes,

I show my child to the sea,

My wife and heart beside,

Shared wonders building pride,

Here lies the open door,

And so other eyes see true,

I put wordless words to life,

So in seeking they find you.

My sails catch the breath of sky,

Upon the waters my heart will fly,

So much to see and more to do,

Love is my journey returning to you.

I sail now in my dreams,

As eyes have aged with time,

My heart still sees light true,

As light flows straight from you,

Through the darkest storms,

Horizon you were and are,

No fears could I feel,

You are my Guiding Star.

This final trip it seems,

To other watching eyes,

Such family here with me,

Who know the truth to be,

No journey ever ends,

My sails blow full with love,

You are the wind of life,

The Great and Gentle Dove.

My sails catch the breath of sky,

Upon the waters my heart will fly,

So much to see and more to do,

Love is my journey returning to you.

Whispers on the Breeze

My daughter started attending high school at Health Sciences High,

a school with such a wonderful culture of learning as to inspire her

to talk about concepts and ideas in a way we had never heard before. 

This Sunday they hosted a wonderful picnic by Mission Bay,

and all I heard from other families was more of the same.

As this is something applicable in many areas of life,

I had to write.

We had all gathered there,

From all walks of life,

We were under the trees,

Near cool ocean breeze,

For the children we came,

In a union of heart.

Human minds never tire,

For just words can inspire,

Where thought ignites thoughts,

With application instilled,

Purpose becomes fulfilled,

And they know they can fly.

It does not take much,

For the magic to begin,

While they reach out,

We must reach in.

Besides this bay of light,

Whispered hopes take flight,

Upon the breeze of all years,

Stories of opened doors,

Confirmed on young faces,

Filled with bright smiles,

Finding their places.

We had all lost our way,

Within the directive of society,

Faster flying much further,

Without being free,

Restoring purpose to heart,

Allowing young lives to be.

It does not take much,

For the magic to begin,

While they reach out,

We will reach in.

The future is uncertain,

Yet where strong stones are set,

There lies the foundation,

With strong minds inspired,

There lies the fortress,

Defending the beauty of tomorrow.

My family stands with me,

These families under the trees,

With our children before us,

And open skies above us,

In the dance that is life,

They spread wings and fly.

It does not take much,

For the magic to begin,

While they reach out,

We have reached in.