Going Towards the Unknown
Going Towards the Unknown
Zabra, a Spanish vessel sailing around Africa to
Yemen by the Red Sea. A sense of
xenophilia was felt among the mainland Yemen people on our arrival. They are
worlds apart in lifestyle from ours, they live in mud homes. Our charter
voyage takes us back home to the fond memories of living there. We have easy sailing
under the right conditions if the tides and wind permit. We’ll stop at
Tanzania and pick up supplies and head back to our homeland, the
Spanish sun of Spain.
Retreating down the companionway to my stateroom and a tranquil
quiet night. Sweet is the night air as the Zabra, rocks and lulls our tired bodies to sleep.
Passing of so many days and nights,
our thoughts are when will this voyage ever end.
Not until we sight shore will our
mind’s forget the terror of being forever
lost at sea.
Knowledge of skillful sailing assures us of a safe voyage.
Just pull the sails up and fill them with wind.
I gaze upon the sea and smell and feel the tease of a cool, crisp breeze against my face.
High tide and we’re off with a full moon navigating by the stars
guiding us into the horizon all the way home
filling us with pride.
Early morning radiant sunrise, shows us a
dealbation heaven opening to the cloud full sky.
Catching the wind in our sails,
beckons me on to embrace
a life of sailing journeys.
10/15/2015
Contest Name: first ever Z Y X contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
zabra : a sailing vessel resembling a small frigate and used chiefly by the Spanish in the 16th and 17th centuries
Xenophily or xenophilia means an affection for unknown/foreign objects or people. xenophilia love of foreigners
dealbation --bleaching; whitening.
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
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