Thursday, February 2, 2012

Of Hopes, Dreams and Desires.


As I set sail on yet another journey on the days after tomorrow,

A few more wonderful moments I wish I could borrow.

Whom from you may ask, dear Friend. Don't you very well know?

For although every long journey away from home is bitter-sweet,

Every such moment hurts when eyes and minds don't meet.

The direction of the wind is in which I set sail.

For how does it matter when it is that Deam I trail.

The sea-breeze and its occasional sweet whisper,

Makes those Dreams and Desires a tad bit crisper.

The sea waves rushing away and returning,

Like they were signalling in a way, something.

The waters and their persistence,

Against life's harms, helping build resistance;

The serenity of the Sea at night.

Reminding you of Destiny's might.

The perils of the sea for which I mentally prepare,

The effects of the defects which I attempt to repair.

The optimist in me does not like to imagine despair.

I feel like the stoic sailor; a master of sea-fare.

I feel like a captain of a regiment trained in war-fare.

Setting sail, hopeful of a home-coming filled with fan-fare.

Looking forward to coming back to something really really nice.

For home, family and friends give me a feeling unbeatable by Paradise.

- OptiMystic Seizonsha.