A poem about holding on

A solitary moment of peace and respite
a stretch of water woven with serenity
Life is a package that longs to be loosed
at the shore of our dreams,
sunk through the pores of a restful wake
So why do we spend our days noisily so
neglecting the rock, the whispering sky
If we don't make the time for breath
and dream,
it will all come apart at the seams ;

Its a solitary moment of joyful ignite
with a stretch of water that says,
"You'll be oka, ... hang on tight "