Boracay by Geoff Nostrant

reflections drawn upon opaque liquid

nourish apparitions that drift

alluring whispers calm mind's cruel compulsion

streams of sky flourish tide

draw me from desolation

casting light within the weary heart

and uncoiling bound soul

what may befall the night's riddled call?

I yield will to silence fallen

And slip from cruel mind again

Soaring past the fear in which held spirit to gravity

Sail once more

Far from the seam

It's the riddle in the storm

The call of the world is drowning beneath me