Her Mind, Her Ship

Alone with soft sand warming her feet, Her ship floats away with her sins, She allows her memories to fly like a bird, A bird flying off in the wind, And this wind it gorges her stunning sail to full, It guides her ship up to mount, The waves of the deep hidden blue world, Her ship being left in no doubt, To slice and carve and slash and cut, Surf a path out from her mind, And sail away with the visions held deep, With memories kept hidden inside, Every day she walks on the beach ankle deep, Creating a new mental course, To sail her ship from her mind to the ocean, Creating new happier thoughts.