The Buoy Poem by Jose Maret

Drifting along the waves I feel wash over me,
Not worried to sink or swim as the skies retire
I feel the colours surround me, blue yet green with life
Tears rolling down I smile at the melting redness
Fortunate to be one with Him and Nature
Dissolving, merging into the blue softness
The tender tunes bouncing off every thrust
As I bobbed along, a buoy, searching my way
Worry no longer figures a place in my vision
No strands of uneasy music stream into my heart
As I fly through the moment in spring
Lavender and cinnamon, I feel they are mine
Bringing life to me as I see myself there, content.