~Original Poems~

~The Man of the Sea~

Silent whisps of dancing shadows played all night within his dreams. They twirled and sang in the pale moonlight and lighted upon the gales of winter. He followed them swift into the trees and brush, bobbing up into the canopy and crashing out into the starry sky. They laughed in mirth as they disappeared into the brooding clouds, playing the poor man's game of Blind Man's Buff, swooping and streaking through the sea of mist and shadows.

The blindness settled into his eyes, and he became detached and drifted away from the others. He floated alone in the sky, and even though the stars lightened warm upon his brow, he never felt more alone.

Chance breezes carried him far, off to distant moors and inhabited or deserted lands. A man met him for a moment. It was only for a breath, but time was cruel and it seemed to be for years.

He was a man who lived in the ocean. He neither floated, nor swam, nor sank. His eyes were black and beady, and they gazed straight into his own eyes that were shut and dreaming. He gave him company and told him of his griefs.

"My wings were torn by harsh cruel winds that birthed from a demon of death and sin. I fell into this sea and was cursed to never leave. Now I reside here alone waiting for a friend whom I know not is alive nor dead, and he is the only one who can save me."

That was where his dream was fading, but the ocean man held his hand in his strange taloned hands, and he told him a secret that his mind had forgotten when he awoke in his bed.