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The Voyage


Alas I see the vastness of Beauty.

And through it I pierce

Finding the Bliss of Solitude,

The Eminence of Beauty.

O how long I've seeked for this

And now it is in plain sight!

I went to Haites and back,

Voyaged through the Sea of Loneliness ,

And climbed to the Rim of the World

Just to be blinded by my own self-intrests.

My whole life,

My whole voyage 

I have been blind

I could not see that all I have been searching for

Has always been right infront of me.

My Treasure

My Art 

It has been with me since the begining.

Foolish I was to seek for something I already obtained since birth,

But I do not regret my voyage.

The voyage I traveled allowed me to dispose 

Dispose all that held me down 

Like a ball and chain restraining a slave on a Slave Ship. 

I am now set free from those shackles.

I am free  . . .

Free like an Egale

Whom sets sail in the fresh Mountian air. 

 

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