eighteen

far off.
boys are dancing and girls are laughing
down on the river
boats flying in twirls and swirls of
streamer and a dragon's whisker
and you're giving me a view of
tomorrow and the next day
and a year from now i will be saying that i am
almost eighteen.
but the best days are yet to come
unless
in the sky
birds diving upwards onwards backwards
towards the endless abyss and sometimes they miss
while they look for the phoenix and hope.
thinking sometimes muddles the mind
and one day i will be saying that i am
almost eighteen.