The Amaranthine Sea

It's Easier with No Destination

Floating Through This Incessant Sea

Shifting Only with the Winds

Comforted by Predictable Current and Tide

Rumbling on Dark Winds, A Wicked Premonition

Suddenly, No More Brilliant Lights in Our Sky

And Then Your Squall Is Upon Me

Tumbling and Spinning in Your Wake

Colliding on Rock I Knew Not Existed

Now, Only the Depths I See

As I Surface, With New Revelation

Breathing Anew

I Set Sail on Winds of Renewal

For the Isle of Reverie