Verse 34: Expedition

Expedition

 

Sails of her ship are still close by in the distance.

Watching is the deep darkness of her eyes looking intently at mine.

Until, sun was the iris calling no more to this departure of ours.

World is for the taking and her expedition has just begun to set.

Turn my back gazing at the new moon staring at me like a beacon.

Does the path of each ones history come full circle in due time?

Planted seeds grow to becoming a crop of fields in a harvest.

Distributed for all to take and eat from the labor of such bounty.

Sharing are the bread and water of this life-giving necessity to move on.

Errors of life have thought me there is only one mistake.

In giving up time for this earth cares not, but spins continuously.

One man has walked miles on the land searching.

One woman has sailed nautical on the drift submerging.

Meeting and finding life is much the same from region to region.

Just to exalt that finding the truth is not far from eye’s view.

Youth is a vigorous vein that demands more and more with exploration.

Growth teaches this is not the case to wander too far from beginning.

Roads made to get one from one destination to another.

Ocean is a therapeutic body not meant to be at peace at all times.

Both occupy one space to merge the land of mine and liquid of you.