Now asleep on the wine-dark sea, unfurled, alone,


    all that I glimpse—the horizon''s lofty ragged


    ridges, the silhouette of a living,


    breathing world in the distance,


    quivering like a human heart,


    the echo of time pulsing


    with light.


    I close my eyes


    and see in my mind the memories


    of towns lit up


    like a string of neon pearls


    stretched out over the darkness,Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    But I have left it all behind, to soar


    on the surface of a cobalt-blue


    sea, sensing in each wisp of current


    the hint of something resembling a direction


    like the wish for meaning,


    the ghost of purpose


    haunting the consciousness


    as though we were meant to be something,


    anything at all.


    Memories lost in the time and the tide,


    like the rest of me,


    carried out into the infinite,


    there to die and dream


    eternally.