The Surfer

Searching for survival.

Like messenger from the element, the wave carried my limp body,

which amazingly still clung to my golden board.

The life was threatening to leave my body at any moment,

 my weak gaze watched over the rushing waves,

that ran like thundering horses and pressed down on my body like the winds and fires of hell.

I saw a brief horizon, was it the shore line? I longed with all my heart for it to be.

Smoothly the waves became like a gentle cover rather than the whisperers of hell,

 carrying me to my death, they were the helpers sent by god, the angels of earth.

They swept me onto the sandy beach, palm trees were in the far distance, 

I closed my eyes and rolled off my board onto the padded sand.

The wave washed over me, just stopping at my chest.

Like a blanket over me, I lay there, the sun shining heavily on me.

Peace at last. Never again would I challenge Poseidon's seas.

Never again would I these shores.