eternal oceans endA Story by dez aliIrene, Sailing upon the winds of time, we’ve watched
mighty men slowly sink beneath our vessel. We smile. We laugh in the face of
the great waves and weep as we reach the end of the world lifetime after
lifetime. The waters pity us. Our cries for salvation disturb its meditation.
Ripples begin to form. Without a word it mends our ship, patches our sails, and
casts us back to where we came. The cycle in which we rid our eyes of tears
shall be the same our ship loses buoyancy and the winds propel us into the
void. Our soul, lost. The waters have died down. They are now still. It’s
voice, quiet. Our journey renews itself once more. As i stare into the bottomless sea the eyes of
Narcissus follow mine. In many lives it follows in the form of Aerope, desperate
for my attention. You call my name, splitting my gaze from the golden mirror to
my shadowed angel formed by the one above. He who has abandoned us here. The
reflection fades. How long have we sailed these waters? i am not sure. How many forms have we taken? i am not sure. How many lies have we told? that no longer
matters. How many lies will we tell? i am not sure. Do you resent me? i do. Do you still love me i do. Have your wounds healed? no. The men have all drowned and left us here to
suffer. Shall we pursue them? We’ve lived countless lives of forgotten
storms, each one swaying our sails to new waters though identical waves brush
up against our boat time and time again. i’ve witnessed streams of red and
skies of gray as You freely float to reach the palm of my hand. The rains
subside. With Your absence comes a drought. i pray we reach the shoreline.
Someday. Together. © 2018 dez ali |
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