The glimpse of a horizon when his day begins from the first ray of sunshine
Raining light from the auroras poured into the bay a dream to be indeed
Carry on and move ahead even through the stormy sea with bravery and valiant might
Destination reached without harm's way; or so the Captain thought.
Inner voices screaming and warning about instances
A language which cannot be understood by him
All the while the Captain wonders and tries to read
Those cryptic writings hidden in memories.
To reach the aurora and claim His prize was the dream he always had.
Strayed from the compass was he himself and curses his crew members
A glimpse of the horizon was no longer seen while stranded in the sea
The Captain not knowing what to order or yell 'me hearty'
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PoesiaA collection of poems which make you wonder. Feel free to criticize and do give me feedback on how I can improve. Thanks for reading!
