Atop a magical boat of sails
as it takes a spin
or three
out into the open sea

One can stretch a wing or two
into the breeze
so they can see with eyes of blue
this fairytale written for you

Though it is only barely there
the ink where written
still light and pale
do not scorn the sudden gale

It is not through contempt
our lessons we learn
but through pain and worry
and saying I’m sorry