With the stars as your guide
And the moon as your sail
You’re crossing the ocean of time.
Towards light towards sun
With the wind in your hair
And the helm of your life in your hand.
The horizon is red
The air smells of earth and
Over your head flies a gull.
Soon you’ll be there
On that island somewhere
Lies your future of diamonds and gold.
For my beautiful son Max: I am so proud of you!
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