Black sands awashed
by crystal waters
&
slate gray cliffs
adorn the countryside
Perched atop the highest bluff
our home ignites the way
for the lost
&
the weary.
I, The Mariner, know all too well
the change brought forth
by the ebb & flow
of the tide.
I've braved the seas
&
watched men die.
I've seen the beauty
of
starlight skies.
Beholden to none
other than my vessel and bride
I yearn to sail one last time
beneath the starlight skies.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
Black sands awashed
by crystal waters
&
slate gray cliffs
adorn the countryside
Perched atop the highest bluff
our home ignites the way
for the lost
&
the weary.
I, The Mariner, know all too well
the change brought forth
by the ebb & flow
of the tide.
I've braved the seas
&
watched men die.
I've seen the beauty
of
starlight skies.
Beholden to none
other than my vessel and bride
I yearn to sail one last time
beneath the starlight skies.
This is part one of a ten-part series titled "Weathered: A Tale of Love & Loss."
I gained inspiration for writing this series when I was in Galway, Ireland by the Spanish Arch in Galway city. I journeyed there to be the best man in my best friends wedding and we took a stroll through the city and happened upon this great stone monument. As soon as I laid eyes on it my brain started reeling with ideas about a story between a mariner and a maiden. What you will be reading here will be that story. Please enjoy.
This story is dedicated to all mariners lost at sea.
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