Landing on foreign shores. At long last waves depart to steady sand beneath worn feet. Across coarse country and into the shade, looking back at the adventure long worn. Out comes the pen and paper, in comes a new beginning. Filling the pages, a new chapter is written.
Everyday drifting closer to those sunlit shores. The journey halved, yet still so long. Weak winds mean days dreaming. Imagined anchors dropped on indigo beaches. Yet the mind steps back when whirlwind comes. Embracing gales, spinning in circles. Bunkering down and bracing the storm. Passing by with the tide of time. Taking a headwind from this violence and the adventure begins again.
Hoisting the masts for a new day sailing skies. Emerging from the clouds, racing golden beams across the horizon. In these skies I find endless possibility.