[The Sea of the soul]
The sun was burning my feet
as I ran and swam into the sea.
A storm has now risen.
I have forgotten about the cycles of time in my drifting.
While to my left I felt a brief hope,
A light piercing fiercely through the pouring rain,
A beam from the lighthouse seen from atop the wave,
A beam searching to the bottom of the break.
A light in the night,
Like a candle in the dark,
A warm flame for the coldest of nights,
A reminder of the devouring cold burns from sore souvenirs.
Ocean is a refuge.
A world inside out,
Safe at the surface of a quiet day,
Sheltered from the storm in the stilness of abyss.
My body falls in the whole of the sea,
Rocked and soothed like a child in salty arms.
Wheels spinning again are heard,
The descent wakes them up,
Am I too far ?
Time. Time of. Time to.
Have I time to go further ? Have I time to go back ?
Which consequences flow from the way of questioning ?
Is the edge of the wave still in my sight ? Is the bottom soft enough to rest ?
At the end both ways are made to be trodden,
A choice is only a beginning.
Thank's to the wonderfulest @marble.kin for the help 💕
Photo by my grand father few years ago 🌟