Stupid Curiosity- A Poetical Journeys End

the conspiratorial ocean conjured
two souls meant to be one, lured
kissed under the beautiful lit sky
approaching an island, sighing Dry

feet submerged in wet sand with sun ablaze
hat and sunglasses on, confronting the beautiful phase
only in dreams, confessed to the sailor, I saw
happy I accepted this opportunity no second thought came to forgo

a densely populated forest lay ahead
to the fruit laden trees my intestines need to be fed
cruel sailor warned of the side effects
his concerned brows struck my heart with love defect

to him I asked when will I touch the suns rays
he said this is the end, now find your ways
moving forward getting deeper inside the dense forest
no space left where the rays would not have rest

further and farther my feet wandering faster
how can this be the end, analysing mind is the master
sailor behind provoking me to find the answer
unaware he is, my mind is a skilled dancer

under the sun I stand, not a single space uncovered
I already touched the first rays when the rising Sun was discovered
smiling at my stupid curiosity of shaking hands with suns rays
we both laughed loud as we meet the rays everyday

the sailor and I relaxed to see the dawn coloured sky
eating fruits and talking about lifes hues and cries
intertwining fingers showed love and care for each other
the return journey began with discussions about our future together


Hope you liked this romantic journey with a tinge of stupidity. 

Part 1 of A Poetical Journey followed by Part 2


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