watercolor thoughts [completed]

xii | b o y i

Boy (i)

he said he was a sailor,
that boy,
with hair as wild as the sea
and eyes pools of the deep depths.

he was more than a sailor,
he rode on the waves of fate
and he was on the top of the world.
no, the world was his ocean,
ready to be sailed.
no, the world was his canvas,
waiting to be painted
by his hand.

he said he was a boy,
that sailor.
no more, no less,
just searching for something more.

he was more than a boy,
he was a god of light
bringing buoyancy to everyone
and keeping everyone afloat,
always saving every sinking boat.
no, the sun was his home,
and he radiated its eternal light.
no, he was the sun,
shining dawn into everyone's night,
the lighthouse beacon guiding us home.

he said he was an astronomer,
that boy.
staring into the star-dusted sky,
wondering when it was his time
when he could shine.

he was more than an astronomer,
a sailor searching for his way home,
using the stars as his guide.
he was more than a lost sailor,
a dreaming boy, a whimsical astronomer.
he asked if he was shining
but he was already shining,
for gray skies gave away to his sunshine,
the seas calmed for his boat,
he stared at the stars and they gazed back.

no, he was more than an astronomer.
he was a star,
burning bright
in an infinity of darkness,
burning light
in a graveyard of past stars.
no, he was more than a stargazer,
he was a nebula,
bringing to life more stars,
starting more fires to life.

he was so much more.