humility beckons; the call of the free
the thrill of the chase, relief of the plea
drawing us deeper out into the sea
the moon lays it's gaze on the sun's sweltered heat
illuminating the night by ethereal kiss
a subtle display of a spiritual bliss
on an uncharted sea where a farer continues
to move unto life, ever fairer the venues
laid mute for light under decades of rest
fading thoughts flicker like candles blown deaf
amidst a mist, a sailor exists
born from salty water, boats float and arrest
any notion of time, any scribble of ink
both squalor and silence, in a blink reminisced
merging as river toward the mouth of the sea
whose horizon's speak boldly, blue infinities
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