And on we sail; forever cursed to drift across this hollow sea The last of us keep the faith that we’ll find what we seek What was it we journeyed out to find all that time ago? Unabridged allurement like the world had never seen The lure of a life yet to be known; of the endless potentiality The ocean held such hope; such desire Beyond the addled ambivalently dullness of the travels lay much more It was naught but this that we fancied and held true All hands brace for the inevitable realization of relief that the tides hold It’s the surf that will be our salvation; our reprieve The gleaming, aureate horizon is what we have been longing for Realization hits as we peer out across the bow A hint of honeyed crimson flame warms the water and our hearts She was with us all along; guiding us as though she was our coxswain The sea and the sun were the champagne beauty we endlessly sought A soft touch of light, warmth, and wind against our cheek Droplets of saltwater form alongside the contented tears now forming Adulation is all we could offer; and it was more than bounteous for her Our attraction; our pale goddess of the sea Leucothea, our protector
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