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 Rocks I Knew Not Existed

Now, Only The Depths I See

As I Surface, With New Revelation Emblazoned

Breathing Anew

I Set Sail On Winds Of Renewal

For The Isle Of Reverie