Seafarer

Like an endless curve I have reached the bend Of my destiny to an atmosphere, Above the horizon, my trails ascend. Creatures of water swerving their tails, Galleons roll, cruises of Atlantis Along the foams, brave the olden fables. The evening cloudline, glimmering so bright, My final pilgrimage, the blackest sea; To the ledge of the isle, a glorious light. In episodes, I have seen the view of life, A seafarer hunted by brazen tides, Crossing again on the crest that abides. Peaceful wavelets daring my calm inside, Confronting the ocean of a dark ride. The Islands Contest courtesy of Anthony Slausen N.Arana's entry