The Son Of OdysseusAdventure
21 Jul 2015
I stand in the surf while waves gently nip at my ankles
I stare upon a vast kingdom of water, trying to see over the horizon
Waiting for the image of sails to appear
To take me to where a piece of my heart lies
Stolen from me while entranced by a goddess
Hatred is not in the wind, only questions of wonder
The sun rays blind and burn the sand around me confusing my vision
A question boils in my mind
When will my ship arrive to begin my quest?
The sword of a pauper strapped tightly against my back do I wait to see those sails.