Souls seeking salvation, skimming through sand at seaside. The shore is shy so of their sight; shoo them away with a sush of the oncoming waves, so that they are left to being solitary, once again. *** Art by Sheila Vaughan
The rain in me drips and platters, runs down the parched surface of my coarse skin, and I find my self in a pool of rainwater which grows and grows until it becomes the sea. The sea in me roars, and engulfs whatever I hold dear. It's dark and deep like the abyss. It spurts up… Continue reading The Rainy Days Are Yet To Come And The Eternal Sea Is Already Roaring
I see your arrival in the molten gold that the sun spreads like a carpet on the sea. you gently sail - a little help from the wind - the seabirds your spectator.
Then, and there, I decided to be a sailor. A sailor of the seven seas would I be. I got my cloak prepared - by the finest tailor, And got a parrot, who would accompany me at sea. We set out, one windy day - Oh, not the best time to set the sails. The… Continue reading The Sailor that I am