New Beginnings

I make some room for some new me
In the cradle of the
Moonless night sky
Counting the stars of the Scorpion,
Staring at its venom pit
Thinking of the myriad colours that chose me
Mesmerised by the painting that lay in front
The one in which do the sky
And the ocean meet
I hear the sounds of waters
Gulping the night
And a small boat rowing by.
I feel the breeze
On my bare skin
Of a gentle sigh

- 2017 (to new beginnings)