Shipwrecked

I shall begin this tale with a storyteller's flair take out my flute to play a soft seductive tune between pauses, as I recall my journey. Facing the unknown does not frighten me unchartered waters are a challenge not to ignore lure me like a siren, or filings to a magnet. I am not an old god, doomed to search the world on a quest for an elusive Seven Cities of Gold excitement runs red in my blood, vivid as a wound. I chase mountains as they loom enticing ahead sometimes they fade like mirages in summer sun so I drop anchors unfazed in strange lands. After the rains, thick stars scud the summer sky I could gaze at them forever in the moist darkness leave the world, getting off it with not a look behind. Can this be love - an insanity which is willing to risk everything for what turns out to be a colossal mental illusion - be shipwrecked at sea. @jjote 02/11/2017