*For some time now there was an image of a sailor constantly teasing my mind and this post is just an attempt to wrap up the imaginative image with words to fit in. For today and everyday I wish the imagination never dies. It will just live on now. Forever…*
June 27, 2013
On the heavenly waters, sailed a ship through scintillating waves Its captain devoid of worries of the world sailed into the magical waters He knew nothing of land, but the black water he called his own The Sailor wanted to touch the mystical land and smell its fragrance. He remembers his loving wife, who offered him a golden liquid like honey He remembers its bitter taste and her soft touch that resurrects his soul He remembers the feeling of being lost in her arms, fearless and alone He sails with love in his heart and her image in his mind to mystical lands. He just closed the eyes and welcomed the silence engulfing around him He closed his eyes to feel the emptiness and purity surrounding him. He wanted to touch the tip of the ocean and fall into its comfortable abyss He sailed on a dark starless night and spoke like a god’s soft whisper. As the course of the ship continues, he watches a late summer’s dawn The sun comes out of the dark clouds in its own slow speed and smoothness Shifting up from horizon, it kisses the mountainside of an island with fire The sailor watches in beauty and stirs his thoughts to its happiness He completes his mundane activities of ship and steers it into deep waters Each drop of water like a deceiver of his thoughts lingering in emptiness Kisses his ears with dark whispers approaching yet another open silence He drinks his wine to melt away in thoughts like the waters of his ocean The long journey has now kept him waiting in the thoughts of his love She awaits him with a promise of a long hug and an even bigger kiss She wants the ocean to announce his early arrival into the lands of his own She watches the dark clouds over the ocean with thunder blazing in anger The sailor touched the thunder and tasted the water with his lips in awe Lost in the night he listened to the magical heartbeat of an angry ocean wave He felt the benevolent wind caress and kiss his cheek with calmness and love There was a beautiful angel of the sea who guided his ship out from the storm The sailor now steers his ship to the place he knows he is welcomed The ship comes back victoriously from a fearful trip with hearts won For the sailor will go back once again to the lonely sea and the open sky And all he would wish again is a tall ship and a compass to sail away.