Early in 2010 I found myself possessed by an unassuming malady; I couldn’t seem to overcome a listlessness, a wandering sense of purpose. I’m sure it was due, in part, to my lack of meaningful employment, but I’d never much felt so affected by something so trivial, so I am certain that wasn’t all. As the year moved along, I found myself drawn more and more so to the interminable waves of the blue ocean, the terrible majesty of the storm… I wrote this poem at random one day, and in turn it came to define so much of how I feel about the world as a whole. Later that year, I found myself suddenly and inexplicably in possession of a sailboat; during the short time I owned “Cinnabar”, I found awakened in myself a newfound sense of adventure, a raging need to explore far beyond the walls I had thus far remained within.
The end of 2010 found me in a drastically different place than where I’d started the year, and a committed decision to traveling the world. I wish to fill my mind with more poetry, literature, knowledge than I can process, my eyes with more than beauty, passion, love than I can see, and most of all, my heart with more experiences and connections than could fill a million lifetimes. A lofty goal, perhaps…
‘Tis a pensive event
This night
As I turn the dark bent
To fight
A draw to cast away
To turn
Aside my love today
I yearn
For lofty shores afar
To find
Myself where’er they are
To bind
That melody so sweet
I know
To pulse that roaring beat
And go
Into my lover’s brest
I must
Descend into the crest
I lust
To sail the sultry swell
To rail
Against the fiery spell
Avail
Myself of thundr’ous sky
And seek
Out sandy slopes to lie
I speak
My soul in such distress
Of you
My lovely blue mistress
-D.A. Hays
My Blue Mistress