Sunt lacrimae rerum

In this sea of doubt and turmoil,
Of circulating storms and mischief,
I found myself on a discarded part of Eden,
Where the winds stop blowing
and the waves of sadness are getting drowned in themselves;
Where the confusion and anxiety of existance ends painlessly and peacefully.
There the Creator was resting,
Forcing himself in an unending slumber,
Leaving us  unfinished:
Too young for wisdom
Too old for bliss.

Is that why although we long for happiness,
We are letting go?
Even though all you need to fill one's heart
Is the sun, the ocean and a journey.

T̶o̶r̶n̶ Born

It's been since the world began that man

Tended to worship and fear the one that was

Greater in size and beyond in perception

Than his tiny body and simple mind and 

In times of fear and weakness turned into

Them for sign that never came or a sign

Ιnvented. In that great forces, to whom

Once a great king offered his daughter

To gain their favor for a safe travel,

He has once again turned to bless him

With their sanity not to aim his blade

To his chest but to relieve himself from loss.

His only company is himself and the waves,

and the clouds above his head:

"The winds and waves are against again today
As they always are for the blasphemers
And to the weak who beg for shelter.
The winds the waves are the tutor and the guide
For them lost and sad and desperate
Forcing them to hearken to the sound of freedom.
The winds and waves and I are having
Everyday the most joyful and sorrowful
Conversations; The truth of living meets
The pain of feeling. The sea speaks to me
Through the tide trying to get me
Into my senses to discover
Myself once more, once and for all.
The ocean striking itself and the ship
Produces the finest voice which reaches
The depths of my soul;
Consulting and scolding me
For abandoning my heart
In a barless prison.
Disobeying the ancient one
I take her letter out of my pocket
And read it once again
And tears fill my eyes
As I read the last line:
'Adieu, mon amour et mon ami'
Wild thoughts again cross my mind
To use the sea as the mean
To be together once more.
If I close my eyes and feel the breeze
touching my neck a sensation comes to me
Of her breath and a sound in my mind
Of the words she spoke
Of her shattered dreams.
Oh wind and wave, how I could have known
What great companions you can be
In these time of sorrow
Whom I tossed upon myself!
Oh wind and wave, how I could have known
That in calmness and in turmoil
You sprout a great wisdom
Born since time itself made you
Self-aware?
 Oh wind and wave, how I could have known
 You can feel my pain
Of eternal internal struggle
In which you are also bound