The Boat

As I gently soared above the world,
the most amazing thing asked my eyes down,
and as I gazed through the silver mountains
I saw it.
it was a small boat,
gliding along stilled waters.
Just gliding, nothing else, it was perfect.
It's sails showed the softest of curves as the mellow breeze accompanied it up the river.
It wasn't going anywhere in particular,
Just going.
And i watched for hours as it eased through the water,
the tiny wake behind it; overlapping gently like liquid glass-
-Then stilling itself to rest with the world
I stared in silence.
You go little boat,
Not a care in the world as you whisk along
And don't you look back now,
Don't you ever look back