White Lilies

He feels the fragrance of white lilies
He meets his princess in his musings,
He smiles and whines through his writings.

He can feel drops of mist;
He can feel the soothing breeze.
The snow makes him quiver
The fireballs never let him sleep.

His writings exude pain
The twinge stimulates him
He sleeps but his thoughts keeps playing
The sunlight in his windowpane alleviates him

He dresses like a king and walks like a dream. .
Every day is a new beginning for him.
Happiness evaporates, pain settles down
Pain evaporates - happiness all around.
Daylight gives him inspiration
And darkness of the night motivates him
He finds bliss in creating reflections. 
He paints landscapes, characters and emotions

Another day, another life
He isn’t sad, he isn’t lonely,
He smiles, he winks
He can feel drops of mist;
He can feel the soothing breeze.
The snow makes him quiver
The fireballs never let him sleep

But the sailor keeps sailing and sailing…