The journey starts anew, layers of self history like rusted residue, fall away with every step, greeted instead by freedoms fresh, as far off winds blow through. New adventures on the horizon lie, Who can know what will transpire under starry sky? Possibilities so endless it makes me high, tears of joy fall unseen from my mind’s eye. As the road behind fades to black, it takes on a rosier view perhaps, but ‘tis because without a doubt, the sea ahead which stretches out, transporting me to who knows where, What people, places, lives to share? Stars and moon and birds of flight, will help me through the day and night, Holding hands with life itself, keeping guard on Nature's wealth, Tis the freedom of the sea, that soars my soul eternally. And as we depart from dock at dawn, comorrants and gulls sit where they belong, the sirens of the sea my heart does call, beckoning in the distance all. When we pull away and slip slowly through the sea, Utter peace does descend on me, Like a blanket of comfort it envelopes my heart, the safety of a brand new start. Happiness flows like nectar through my veins, How to explain? Of the sea I am and the oceans I be, saltwater is what flows in me, It is from where my life arose, the primordial ooze that was once the sea, that itself is now made me. Then the winds do shift and begin to blow, Bolder still the sails do flow, Oh Glorious sight! A sail so full and white against day or night, to guide the vessel of my soul’s happy plight. To glide on through, an ocean not the same for long, No more four walls my soul to behold, for far too long without a song, but to sing again of majesty, of glory and the deep blue sea. Of porpoises that prance and preen, and look askance while derring do, dancing flight through sky and sea, their happiness and joy so pure, that standing on bowsprit cocksure, One can be filled too with freedom’s joy and nature’s high, they do impart so shamelessly, as they cavort like gymnasts endlessly. Gazing up at full sailcloth, body blessed by warming sun, ‘tis no greater pleasure, on this watery globe on which are we, than to glide upon it effortlessly. Riding high on waves that rollick, frolicking caps of foamy white, seem like paintings in the night, the boat a bottle sure and tight, that rides the waves as a cowboy might. Hull surfing ever faster now, Riding high as if in flight, its birth by boatwright now borne out, as it roller coasters through day and night. And as the pendulum does always swing, from one side to another in everything, The gale loses force and then subsides blue skies and sun reclaim the skies. Transitory turmoil trails away, as gain or wealth, gold or girth, could vanish too in murky depth. Natural beauty does not cease, though danger lies just beyond our reach, through cockpit curtain as roiling waves lie dormant now as they behave. And perhaps to grasp the peace, in all the violence surrounding, is the lesson to be learned here. Howling winds like runaway trains do not need inspire fear. The calm itself is present too, amid the tempest that does ensue, just as when the fair sea flows in soft swells from long behind, comes peace of mind so hard to find. Jesse FradkinBirth sign: Pisces
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