Returning to His Journies

And yet the saga of his watered journeys continue as his silhouette was once again spotted on a cleft staring out across the oceans surface.
His mind could only draw blanks as he could only see the earths wall on the other side and yet his heart was seeing the stumps of trees below.
He sat alone as though no other life was on this planet, and wondered; but wondered about what?
Only he will ever know as his answers now lie in the waters once again in a journey he thought would have been an end, time before.
One could see the aging in his face and the life being pulled from him as he sat there in a deep mourn of his white spirit.

The ground began to shake around him and rumbles came from all four corners as ashes began to fall, forming the silhouette of where he sat.
How long did he sit there before the great quakes gathered his life and swallowed his soul into the waters of mist?
They claim at certain times of the year you can catch a sparkle in the waters below that of where he sat as the waves crash to shore in a golden ray.
The blue depths of the water took from him what he desired to give and yet even in his fate he continues the search.

Not all will be an ocean of dreams in his submersed journey as the storms of the desert he will face again gritting sand between his teeth.
For he is a warrior, a lover and a writer and he has seen the fate of battles before: And he cries for his white spirit once again!
And there is proof; for he wrote in the ashes before his leaping fall a despairing request from the gods and angels.
He wrote; “For the oceans daughter and the sands of time have brought to me a vision and I ask again for my white spirit to come to me. For my time may be short and again I wish not to leave without the love that was promised me in yesterday from my darling Angelica”.

Why though has he returned to the ocean, looking again at his dreams of which had drowned in the sky?