Sailing

Lying on the soft grey tone

Of my spread bearing a tiger face

Gazing up at a roof of blue

Watching red-tinged leaves blown

Through beams of sunlight

The scattering of organic matter

Under which time has flown.

You whisper softly in my ear

The beats of your heart

Carrying the tune of my own

And with the wind, my fear

Absorbed by your pure love

Lifted by the warmth of us

Our sailing ship, we steer.