Life as a Journey II – A breath of fresh air
The journey has now ended and I stand atop the bluff.
With your words as guiding gusts I stare at endless seas.
But they aren’t as I desire for the waves look cold and rough,
The wind it chills inside my heart and sinks me to my knees.
I feel the pounding of the waves through solid rock and ground,
I have been here only seconds yet feel so weak and tender.
But steal a breath of sweetest air, which bids me look around,
And with heavy limbs and weary eyes I view a scene of splendour.
My heart and spirit rise unlike the slowly setting sun,
For I see some bluffs along the coast more favoured by the breeze.
And I know now as I smile aloud that the search has just begun
For the place I see inside my heart, with sparkling emerald seas.
So I make my slow way down the track in the fading of the day,
And make for the point of friendship for the wind too blows that way.
Written 28/6/00 – sequel to The Bluff