The wind gently pushed through sails,
carrying the vessel further from shore.
Seas still with timid temper
this was the calm before the storm.
Oh the fabled calm
how many a weary sailor
sang its song.
The beauty before the gale and the fall.
Boards speak softly
as the ship sweetly
stirs.
Blue crests swell
raising & lowering
the vessel as if to rock her
to sleep.
Oh the fabled calm
how many a weary sailor
sang its song.
The beauty before the gale and the fall.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
The wind gently pushed through sails,
carrying the vessel further from shore.
Seas still with timid temper
this was the calm before the storm.
Oh the fabled calm
how many a weary sailor
sang its song.
The beauty before the gale and the fall.
Boards speak softly
as the ship sweetly
stirs.
Blue crests swell
raising & lowering
the vessel as if to rock her
to sleep.
Oh the fabled calm
how many a weary sailor
sang its song.
The beauty before the gale and the fall.
This is part V of a ten-part story titled "Weathered: A Tale of Love and Loss"
When writing this piece, colors without saturation were coming to mind so I wanted to try and convey that here.
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