Today’s Drabble Wednesday gets a little Zen…
Sailing
I stand on creaking, swaying planks of wood fashioned into a
worthy vessel, gazing beyond the edge of the world. Across the liquid horizon,
upon the tranquil, yet undulating, surface of the sea. So peaceful, so calm,
reflecting the sweet blue sky, whilst harbouring its own hint of emerald green.
On days like this it is my mistress, my true love. We are
one.
Even so, I give all respect to the coiling fury beneath, with
its bones of lovers past. Turn your back, become complacent, and the ferocity
will strike.
Still, I’d not give it up, not for anything.
The Mountain
Standing solid within the scope of time, a stalwart backbone
of primeval earth, this mountain stretched to converse with the sky. It cast
its shadow over the village, and generations of people took comfort in its
presence. In turn it had played god, protector, inspiration, and obstacle.
In the winter it isolated, snows often blocking the pass and
road that led to the next kingdom. In summer it provided, the slopes giving
fertility to fields and harvests, its trees yielding fruit, nuts, or wood
stockpiled for the cold weather.
Standing strong despite time’s passage, the mountain would outlast
them all.
~*~
Starlight
Stars
Dots on the black canvas, illuminated frippery, adorning the
universe. We stare—in awe, seeking knowledge, simply to idle away the hours. They
are an eternal muse, imprinted, indelibly part of humanity’s eons.
What are they, truly?
A touch of things
unknown, alien light reflected from another existent past, a farewell and hello
from faraway places. They are a call to frontiers beyond, and memories we’ll
never know, time travel held in celestial particles.
They are the beacons in the darkest night, whispering we are
part of a universal something.
Where would our wishes go, but to the stars?
© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved
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