Heart Ship! The quest for forbidden love.
Lost at sea again. Mother nature does not agree with me. The wind is blowing in the wrong direction. Having me drift towards the island that is not my destination. The waves are calming as the night also has come to an end. With tired blood red eyes I watch the sun lighting the sky on fire in its morning glow. The light house light not seen any more.
Waves keep rocking me back and forth like a toy they play with my ship. She pulled me through again. My Yellow Rose. She kept me safe on the waves of a spiteful and hungry ocean. My eyes are burning in to my sockets, my lips cracking and dry. It has rained and we have been washed by the waters but the salt has done its job. Thirsty I watch the waves come at me. They kept me awake and on my toes. It was the lighthouse that brought delightful thoughts of land in mind.
I scope through my lens and see the harbour clear as day. With the sun sending me its warm rays of light in to my neck. A sweep of the hand to have the sensation cool down. I cannot turn around as wind has me going in the opposite direction. What is wrong with me ending up where I want to be. I need rest. Another sleep. I am not the young sailor I once was before. Being able to keep going without sleep for days. My body isn’t so much aching as it is just tired.
A look up in the clouds that drift over I put my knowledge to work. White grey and black. In my eyes they are turning. In a distance a front of grey walls. Rain unmistakably falling, but its shifting direction. Is this my hope for better days. The luck finally on my side, bringing me back to m harbour. Should I take this change to cross over to the other side and wait for that wind to turn me completely in the right direction. It will be a chance for sure. Another day of drifting and hoping I will make it to shore.
Uncertainties fill my head. Even fear giving of a glimpse. I did not take this journey on to be wavering on maybes. I went to live. My determination takes over. To long have I not sen her or heard from her. NO this is it. Here is where I choose and take charge of my life. Mother nature is cruel but I will not give in to her. My eyes tear up and the burning is even worse, but I set my course. Home to where my heart wants to be. Trying and going for it. Hoping for a smooth sail so I can at least rest a little. Down we go to check the maps after tying up the wheel. A compass in one hand I set course in the hope the wind will help me. A drink of fresh water to rejuvenate my lips and take away the pain of the cracks. A quick bite on some old bread and it will have to do.
The sun has come high and bright with some clouds to create little bits of shades. On deck in the door I smile. At least today is a good day drift.
May it have spoken to your imagination. Till net week.