My Boat
Shades of gray are lightened
As I pass under your bridge
Crystals reflect off walls
All around me
The jewels of my boat
Oh, my trusty old boat
Taking me where I should go
Taking me where I shouldn't
Comforting me in all weather
Never letting me fall wet nor cold
Always floating smoothly
Whispering sweet words
Missing every rock and stump
With perfect gliding grace
Can a boat float forever?
Never needing a mend?
Surly my boat will grow
With me, and keep me till the end
-- Kathryn Berit Hoyme