Panorama

steadfast babe'

There he was. The silver beam of light grazed his naked skin as he stood among the cliff of the rising tides of the ocean. It was there he could see it, in the clouds something move. It was there he saw the face of a woman, iridescent even with the textures and shadows it gave her. She had a familiarity about her and he could hear her whisper in the urging wind.

jacob

She said.

No. His keeper has and always was the rise and fall of the ocean. It was soothing sight to watch. It was unconceivable connection with the raw and possessive power of the her. It was indefinable, a force rather that mends the mind and heart of a man so deep that it's elemental furies swelled through his very veins as he breathed in the word that pumped them: purpose. Such wonders and miseries of this notion, it made his blood run thick. It filled him with a gratifying sense as he realized that it once was a good thing to have this undoubted affection and valor. It once was good to be important to someone, a hero of some kind to others, his crew, his beloved.

His allegiance was with the waves as he sailed all of her. No one knew her as well as he did, so complex in nature and unpredictable, he was addicted to her earnest anger and, in an instant, serene calmness. But, there was another woman, in the clouds. Her voice, he hears it again.

jacob

She whispered.

He could bear no longer. The temptation was too much.

She is new the gales roared

She isn't me.

Trust me.

Ah, what a predicament he was in now. His loyalty was all to his beloved sea yet the cloud, he could touch it. He wondered if he could. She looked so gentle compared to his coarse hands. She looked so fragile against his imperfect skin. And there, he made his mind.

There he was. He was ready to be with that woman in the cloud. He took a step forward from the edge of the cliff, but he was not afraid. The currents of his once dearest escalated with ferocity and malice. He could feel the last touch of her from the mist on his face. A gentle goodbye, he called it as he swept the world utterly away by the simple and appalling act of taking another step in the swift air of the unknown and undoubtedly taking his own life. He didn't ascend to the cloud like he thought he would. Instead he began his decent to the rocky grounds of the beach's front.

There he was. Dead on impact as the sea raised her courage to swallow her keeper into the depths of her tides. It is there he lays at the dark lonely ocean floor: where now only she resides. She is his keeper in life and in death. In heaven and in hell.