Floating
By Shayla N
Published 19 September 2014
The pitch black water
Reflects the dark sky
The lighted candle shines bright
In the dark night
The heart shaped candle
Floats through the pitch black water
As the patterned boat floats up and down
It waits for me to ride
The light wind breezes through my face
A speck of dust into my eyes
I rub my eyes with two small hands
When I open them
I’m on the boat