My body is the vessel that my mind sails into the ocean of consciousness.

In the tranqulity of night, the evading horizon, ” the eye of the ocean,” mirrors the universe.

And the pupil of my eye is then a gate between worlds - and yes! there are glittering in the shadows.

The warm morning rain encompasses my soul, like my lover's long hair and the first swell let me dwell to her soft busom.

And the first ray of the morning sun is like her smile, that makes me believe that I will live forever.

Eventually the horizon will be reached and the difference between now and then will take away my grip on the rudder, as the water smooths my wake.