As We Cast Ourselves Onto The Sea of Love
Anyone who talked to, or knew anything about, those who went out onto the sea and over the horizon in search of the elusive dream, must imagine crossing that strange ocean and how it will feel when first they set their feet and plant their flag somewhere in the pristine sands. Stories told of warm beaches and hinted about the many ways it changes a person’s life. No one knew for sure what lied out in the depths nor could they name the island. No one ever dared a guess as to what it would be to go there and no one thought to ask the best way.
It was enough, only, to have hope and strength enough to set off alone into the vast ocean with nothing but a small boat and excited expectation. Arriving alive upon one of the sandy islands with a face full of sun during the day and eyes filled with countless stars at night was more than most would ever acheive.
“I’m going to that place lovers go,” one young man burned into a small piece of leather and that was enough, that was just the way of it. All the directions around the compass and all the destinations on the world map meant nothing if love didn’t set the wheel and drive the vessel.
No one took provisions or asked for a map, no first mate ever boarded with the explorer. It was a lone voyage. On occasion, there were a few words quietly spoken by some who cared to announce their departure, but it rarely surpassed: “Bon voyage. If I don’t return just know I am happy and I did as I knew best.”
An endless blue sky sat above a never ending ocean, indistinguishable except for sliding wave or a floating cloud. Then, with a pull of anchor, onto the sea of love they went. Just a hope and a prayer.