I am, forever, in heart,
a paper storyteller;
as liquid and mysterious
as the moody seas.

Bearing neither course nor cause,
my words will fill the sails
of wise and witty navigators;
castaways who seek
the quest of soul,
who long for an awakening,
one wild, unchained, aware.

I seek to splash upon the minds of men
this untamed passion
that I hold;
be a guide through maddening doldrums,
lift your ship to crests of chance.

I wish to rouse your sleeping soul,
wake unseeing eyes;
cast you far beyond
the sandy shore
into the stirring sea.

And within each story told,
I'll hide a constant, quiet calm.
A comfort and a sense of me
will forever linger on the breeze;
and abide upon the peaceful shore
even after I have traveled
far across the bar.

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