falling ill in the back of a van
heading out west,
far-far-west,
towards the ocean where the jellyfish sting
and that starfish sings
something about living
under a big, blue blanket,
all while living in a big, blue tub
the ocean at night; breathtaking spectacle
lost breath
fills with wonder
the waves thunder against the shore,
frothy crests illuminated by the moon’s watchful glow
water reflection, a shimmering, an iridescent path that leads to the unknown
gazing upwards, distant beacons,
casting a faint light over the sea
constellations above are like stories woven into the sky, each one telling a tale of gods and heroes
the sounds of the sea are a symphony of harmonious melodies,
a soothing lullaby that lulls
listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore,
the call of the seabirds overhead,
and the occasional splash of a fish breaking the surface
wishful at night
in a magical place, where the mysteries of the sea come alive
reverence taking hold
as creatures from the depths below begin to surface
amidst the vastness of space//a wanderer roams// seeking joy//pleasant melodies//and a place without so many bodies; with each step// a new world unfolds//filled with surreal vistas that stir the soul//drum//beat//strum//flow
through diamond fields of dreams and desire treads the unconquerable spirit soaring higher with every passing moment//tick//mountains shift and oceans roar//navigate through the wonders that lay before//unlocking hidden doors that have long been forgotten
a light shines within//a flame that flickers but never fades//blue flame burns with a fierce passion//igniting singular moments into a thousand//million//billion//atoms floating off into the ether//safe travels//uncover a truth that surpasses comprehension//envision life// pure and unadulterated
magic reigns supreme in these lands of fantasy//unknown//dreams become their own//so wander//continues on//past//flea with emboldened steps//the journey’s long but peace of mind remains short lived
Fred Aiken Writing 