Wounded Sailor  

Supervy_Sage 50M
939 posts
8/22/2006 5:46 am

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Wounded Sailor


A sailor walks from shore, across the beaches and the sandy dunes of a waste, but is not content, because it reminds him too much of the sea, salty and seemingly lifeless.

A sailor walks from the dunes to the wind swept plains, but is not content, because it reminds him too much of the sea, so blusterous and swift.

A sailor walks from the plains to the snow capped mountains, but is not content, because it reminds him too much of the sea, so barren and cold.

A sailor walks over the mountains and across a bridge spanned ravine to the forests. He welcomes the protection from the wind, the offered fruit for sustenance, the water dripped leaves, the soft songs of the lulling birds. His eyes grow heavy, and he dreams to contentment and happiness while sleeping on a bed of soft moss and leaves.

A sailor wakes, and feels the tugging of the responsibilities of a hard laborious life. He decides to start his trek back to the ship docked at the beach, across from the wastes, the windswept plains, the frozen mountain and the bridge spanned ravine.

A sailor stands before the mountains, and looks back across the bridge to the forest where he was welcomed with protection from the wind, offered fruit for sustenance, and water dripped leaves, and soft songs of the lulling birds. Where his eyes grew heavy, and he dreamed of contentment and happiness while he slept on a bed of soft moss and leaves.

A sailor torments, on the decision to stay, or the decision to go. In his right hand is a torch and with a tear in his eye, he struggles to decide if he must choose responsible turmoil and burn the bridge, or the warm embrace of the forest he grew to love.

A sailor hears the whisper of the spirit to the forest, "Go, now and accept your responsibility in the sea, for you are depended upon, and return to my shade and heed my call when needed."

I am that sailor, heart wounded by the terrible thought of never seeing the forest again. But my travels have once before taken me to the same kind of bridge in a far away land, and I burned the bridge, and forever dreamed of a forest where I was welcomed with protection from the wind, offered fruit for sustenance, and water dripped leaves, and soft songs of the lulling birds. Where my eyes grew heavy, and I dreamed of contentment and happiness while sleeping on a bed of soft moss and leaves.

This sailor dares not burn this bridge. The last was 15 years past, and the next may be 15 years fore. And this sailor my be too old to walk from the beach across the wastes, across the plains, over the mountains and across yet another bridge.

The Super Pervy Sage


happyladychat 47F
3740 posts
8/24/2006 5:31 pm

Hope you find that someone soon.

Make it your challenge.... turn me ON!!


Supervy_Sage replies on 8/24/2006 7:50 pm:
I hope so too.

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