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.
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