AIMING TO THE SEA
SEAWARD ensnares the ardent desire
to dissolve me deeper into the beguiling musk of your soul, abandoned in your wild orchid scent.
With the herald of the morning, pervaded by the early dawn,
a penetrating light of joie de vivre emanates from your provocative eyes.
The winds move on to where they always go and
ALONE and surrounded by the sea to face longing, to purify mind and spirit
with roaring winds and salty water, besieged by screaming of marine birds.
The endless screaming of the seagulls as a symbol of eternal life ,
the relentless force of the winds that drive the boundless energy of the oceans
appear as icons
of unbridled vitality and
zest for … live !
SEABOUND! The cries of the seabirds in the torn sky seem to fade with constantly changing winds,
the sea preserves its energy and paves the way for many illusions.
The extend of psychoactive emotions has led
to the perceived longing: Unconditional love !
The wide sea
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/22/2019.