April 28, 2019
An Ode to Calypso
Stranded. Floating. Clinging onto the last piece of wood left from your puny, little sail boat. The ocean cradles you like a mother cradles her new-born child, you latching onto her supple breast for sustenance and protection. However, the calm waves are not here to nurture you, as the tempestuous nature of the sea draws closer and closer along from the horizon. The waves must find a suitable abode to place you on, where man’s feet may feel dirt and ground beneath its heels. While the storm brews towards the east, along the west sits an inverse oasis of fertile plants and magnificent trees, with an enchanting fragrance pulling you to its location. The moon pushes and pulls the tides to the edge of the island, laying you along the coast of the sandy dunes. Your future cannot be seen, and danger still awaits, but for the moment being, time halts and grants you the chance to brief saltless air and press your body against Mother Earth. As you give thanks to the unknown forces that save, your ears perk to marvelous singing: singing so divine and moving that the angels peak from beyond the sacred shroud of darkness to listen, their halos twinkling in delight. Your eyes believe it is an illusion they see, as no woman as beautiful as her could be a product reality. The way her auburn hair blows moves you; the smile on her mauve lips ignite the pit of passion in your soul. You know not who she is, but you could not afford to muster up a care, for your heart jumps with joys that she is your savior. Splendid is life with her. You live the meaning of paradise every time she is...