Waters are calling.

This one was inspired by Melville's Moby Dick among other sea stories. Actually the whole concept of water being a life-giver and all the adventures that have something to do with the mysterious matter are interesting.

  "What is the driving force that takes us
To the deepest whirl of our adventures
To pursue the fame and gold
And to see what fate has to unfold

 And this I ponder while standing on the deck
 A stormy gale and cold rain blowing to my face
 Ruthlessly chapping the skin
Enforcing the corrosion within

 Be it the growing Autumn in my heart
With the rain flooding in my eyes
 And the rusty foliage reigning in its glory
 'Tis when I hasten - for the waters await

 No matter if the ocean
Is not cold and fierce
 Nor is it warm and loving
Whether the Arctic winds or tropical breeze are blowing
For where the sea is free - there too, I find my peace"

Candles in the sand, tears in the sea
Photographs in the uniform pockets
From sea to a land, from a land to sea
From  a continent to another

We are not innocent, yet we are the victims
Gears in the machinery, of a greater cause
I am your closest enemy
And you are my dearest nemesis

We look at each other through iron sights
And when the faster one of us
Has the chance to squeeze the trigger
We owe a debt to another

In the end of days
We shall shake hands and forgive
When no ideology, skin color or a religion
Will bind us into this anymore

But a time will come
When we are laid to rest
We are found guilty, together
And as the children of the Universe

We serve our sentences

First sight

Author's note: This work of art is purely fictional.


 
I thought that by now I would know what love is.  How it first started with meeting a completely unknown person. Then, as we got to know each other, I eventually felt this new feeling. I can't describe it perfectly, but I'll jot down different things, wishing that maybe the idea passes on.
 Yearning to be with that person no matter what. A new level of  trust, which actually is quite a big step for a cynical human mind - I'd tell her my deepest secrets and for the first time, I wouldn't be afraid to do so. She wouldn't walk away, she'd sit down and listen to me venting, while holding my hand. Assuring that how I feel is normal and that I shouldn't run away from my thoughts. We'd listen to rain drumming sadly against the glass, but this time there would be no melancholy.
 Every day would have a reason, they would hold something to look forward.
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But no, this is something new.  It's love at first sight, never thought I'd believe in such a thing, but color me impressed. This is my true love, my only one. I'd give away everything I own, just to have this feeling to be permanent. I'd go through thick and thin for this one, to never let it fade away.
I ponder if I have been telling lies to my wife the whole time. Shit. This is not a good time to wonder something like that. I take few deep breaths and try to relax. And then I see how things are.
 This love is equal to the one I've been feeling for a long time. One doesn't need to flee away for another to reside. They both can co-exist, just like they've done already for the past nine months. My heart is big enough for two loves. Still, I'd go through thick and thin, as I promised.  The love grows stronger, more overwhelming.
I have always thought about this moment, wondering what it feels like, yet never fully understanding the concept but now I truly do. The moment of realization strikes as I watch my wife, holding a pink skinned blanket-wrapped bundle.
I'm not perfect, as no one is, but I'm good enough for this. This is why I am here and now, I'm not just.. well me.  I'm a dad.  

And I must be smiling like an idiot.

Epitaph

Lines of stones. All of them marking someone dear. Someone that has left us, someone whose time here found its end. Maybe it was too short, so brief that we can't understand or it was a long journey with well earned rest.  Was it full of hardships or joy, loneliness or being loved, what matters is the remembrance.

An evening of All Saint's Day.

I walk the path that has become familiar during the years. Up the stairs and past the church. Few rows forwards and then turn to left. As I walk, I slower my pace and take off my hat the closer I get. It's my way to pay respect for those that I don't know. I go past the last rows and arrive. My eyes start to glisten. I feel something in my throat and I barely can swallow. I wipe off the little bit of first snow that covers the stone. I find it hard to think about right words, let alone saying them.
In this silence, I turn towards my wife. Tears are cascading from her eyes. As I hold her I can feel that she's shaking, not restlessly but enough to know that she grieves. To know that the loss weights so heavily on her heart. We both mourn, but I don't clearly know what does the agony of  a mother feel like. Certainly, it must be tougher for her.

I kneel down to light a lantern. A small gesture but it's all I can do. Everything else feels so impossible.

"May the small candle burn in the greatest darkness.
May the light it gives shine bright.
 May it remind us that you are still with us
Even when we can't believe it


Always in our hearts
Your loving parents."

      (c) Nicole Köhler
 

I observe the vast evening sky. The mind of a man cannot fully comprehend the scale of such being. No devices of technology nor wisdom of philosophies and religions can explain this infinity. All of them draw something from it. They pursue to narrate our tales, they thrive to let everyone know about the world around us, for every ideology has its basis and the thrill of mystery surpasses our contentment of knowledge.

But alas! As no cleric, poet nor scientist can write a proper hymn, lyric or treatise for a thing of this magnitude. Somewhere far beyond our horizons lie greater energies. Different size of rock formations, cosmic dust and oceans of elements. 

We can only see narrowly and be left in awe. Above us walks the Guardian who tends the bears that roam around the garden of stars. Somewhere else the Eagle may fall from heights to dive after its prey. The dog of Orion wanders across the sky. It barks fiercely and exposes its sharp teeth while exhaling the heat.

But of course these are just excerpts from the great book of lore and as we wait to reveal what we are able to, we are sentenced - or gifted with time to imagine.
 To focus our earthly eyes upon the starry sky and see what it has to show. And who knows, maybe a glimpse after another can offer understanding and most especially, guidance in our journeys.

Goodbye

I got a sudden surge of inspiration from talking with my friend about goodbyes and farewells and so my odd mind came up with this. Also, to make this more significant, I'll have to say that by writing this I broke through a very persistent writer's block. If you happen to read this, you know who you are and  you'll have my gratitude.
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This moment of leaving
Doesn't walk hand in hand
It has no farewell kiss
And it doesn't share a last dance

No one plays the last song
No one shares the last cigarette
No one raises a pint
Or takes a moment to remember

It has no words to echo
To break the silence
It's a tearful, heart-rending and brief
And so it leaves you with your thoughts

Alone

I'd like to dream about hugs and kisses, embraces and holding hands. Sipping hot drinks during the foliage colored autumn and baneful, biting, frosty winter. Pondering the universe and our brief, yet beautiful existence in the theater of life. I tend to think about sparkling campfire and roasting marshmallows in its playful flames, drinking wine while watching a movie and laying on the sofa together. Breathing in the scent of hair and being glad to be in that exact moment. Watching the rising or setting Sun, and it marking our being in time, painting our silhouettes on the world's canvas.

If I told you I'm a romanticist, would you believe me? Probably not. But yes, I am one of a kind. Even though the shadow of a pessimist can hide the fact and snap the roses. I treasure those warm thoughts in my imagination. Why there, you ask. Because the world we live in can be harsh, cold and merciless and it makes us its kind.
 The wheel of progression can be seen as a gear of oppression.
 A clockwork of our lack of empathy toward fellow men. And it keeps ticking...