Odyssey

Nothing.
Darkness.
A blue shimmering
that morphs into
light.
It begins.

Storms of love,
of hate,
of the sour taste
of anger.
Siren songs
of promises,
of lies,
of truths now false.

Rocks and reefs
gut tender vessel,
but the voyage
continues
in grief,
in exultation,
and, finally,
in relief.

The mighty gift
of direction,
arriving too late
as the horizon looms.
A harbour of home,
of completion,
of wonder,
and of fear.
It ends.

Light
that morphs into 
a blue shimmering.
Darkness.
Nothing.