Clear Waves

It was abundantly clear that the storm was looming,

a departure of some sort, it was something,

that only one could gather and prepare for,

concerned by the prospects, but not

deterred by the possibilities of the oceanic glow,

what led to the unknown,

became

the fortified legacy that was waiting for one

who took the bold leap forward to the sands,

it was the great reset needed.

A plethora of hope,

and could only be found in the

seas of the south.

The decrypted had its final days,

silent and unseen,

deprived of a realistic correlation,

and heightened by the unrealistic and

cryptic nature of ritualistic value systems;

as one sails away, one is catapulted to

ease of the officiant that laid the grounds,

the quiet departure from the ills of the rapture

of death, and into the warmth of the sun.

Clearing the path into the realms of the

horizons of pleasure, desire, abundance and

and a resolute toward freedom. It was the healing,

that presented itself with the celebration,

and victory with the final farewell- to escape.

With the pleasantries of the shores of the tropics

gave one profound salute and goodbye.

Published by Sherley Delia