It is the serene dream
of aquamarine
that I take into my mind
locked in the recesses of time
splashing sands purely driven
into my soul
grain by grain
And I remain
a vessel
as the cool waters
drift by
I place myself into the stream
would I care the travels
knowing the pain
Yet my silent reveries
will refrain
and I
will be that vessel
passing by
where the sea and the shore collide
on the mystic endeavors of my journey
boundless I am to the silent sea
realizing
I belong to me
my soul free to dream
My destination .. to reach the treasure
soft strains of allurement and desire
fighting faith to steal the fire
and drowned within his eyes.