An Auricomous Ocean

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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