He leaves his window open
so the cool sea breeze wafts in
he's curtains gently flutter
kissed by nights marine winds
He's on an ocean of thought
with waves of passion
smashing into the shoreline
with no abatement
He's riding sea horses of dreams
dancing on the crest of white horses
holding tight to the reins
with fetlocks all a flowing
What must be must be
the blue waits for he
this is his calling
the call to the sea
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
He leaves his window open
so the cool sea breeze wafts in
he's curtains gently flutter
kissed by nights marine winds
He's on an ocean of thought
with waves of passion
smashing into the shoreline
with no abatement
He's riding sea horses of dreams
dancing on the crest of white horses
holding tight to the reins
with fetlocks all a flowing
What must be must be
the blue waits for he
this is his calling
the call to the sea
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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