The sun has finally set but the moon is nowhere to be seen. The smell of the sea reaches his nostrils as he walks by the bay feeling the soft caress of the wind while relishing his dreams---so lucid--- he thought it was real.
The soft waves of the sea touches his feet and as he looked down, he remembered how he was also looking down at his feet in his dreams before he saw the lady that haunted his night.
Then again, 'It's only a dream', he thought.
But, as he moves his glance up, a lady of ethereal beauty occupied his gaze, taking his breath away, making his heart skip a beat.
Her eyes, he thought, are the mixture of the ocean and ligthning as they blend their colors.
Her soft eyes with a touch of danger was the very hue that haunted his every thought.
None of his paintings of her caught the life in her eyes.
And as he walk towards her, still captivated by her eyes, he finally came to realize why he always felt a pull and a need to go to the sea; to this sea.
The missing piece in his life has finally been found, knowing that the sole purpose of his life continues, more than anything,
"It's because of you."
He uttered as he sensed a forebonding,
feeling like he has finally come home.
Entry # 1 To the Book I Will Never Write