Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Saturday, January 9, 2010

the sea's traveler (2006)

A man once master of the sea,
Longing to venture to his territory.
His brittle bones mock the frail ship,
The ship that was the key to his heart.
Wrinkled hands tell the entire story:
They are a righful pair,
Weathered by the ocean's fierce passion.
His bright memories of the past are faded;
Eroded like the shores he longs to stroll,
The once frightful barrier he dared to cross.
Whether for the catch or for the waves,
Days and nights are passed under the crisping sun.
His body is openly sacrificed to his maiden:
One who does not betray him with death.

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