Charters

Sometimes the spirit begs to sail
beyond the shores of surety,
to dare a test of the currents
and spread the cerebral canvas
catching creativity’s zephyr wind.
Voyaging upon a vessel in the mind
towards those isles embedded in dreams,
explore the shoals of circumspection
heard from a siren in sagacity
amid the splash of sanguine swells in serenity.

Leaving behind the seaman of excuses
who sit in their dark lighthouses,
refusing to even look
for any ships of deliverance.

At last floating on the smooth sea of discovery
washed by tranquility’s tides,
finding the captain of the heart,
having chartered one’s thinking
upon a passage towards the truth.

Sunset comes with its tangerine tease
amid the calm cerulean skies of clarity,
happy to face the new horizon
where one holds the rudder of veracity,
alone at times in unmapped oceans
yet feeling the ecstasy swim inside,
because you stopped walking on the sand
and for once following the call of a sailor within
unto those waters that add magic and mermaids
to a life otherwise landlocked by doubts.