Second Coming

There is a whisper in the wind tonight, a whispering that reminds me of where I have been. Yet this whisper screams in my soul and screaming about the blue sea I once traveled seemingly in vain as I sailed into waters deeper than I needed.
And though the skies remained blue and even over the clouds of grey, I despaired not as my ship began to sink because I knew I were sinking into the crystal blue of which I had left behind, journeys before this journey had began.
I began searching a new treasure, a treasure of gold both yellow and white. But then, when I saw the white I was reminded of the White Spirit that led me to the golden caps of which I adored within the golden rays and likened unto the pearl.
A pearl unlike all others that was dropped into the abyss and is seen even unto this day and again till the vision becomes no more shimmering with its shades of blues and pinks and purples amidst its whited coating.
At times I feel as though I am still standing starboard with my head hung low anchored to the sea, though the waters are calm. And I add to the salty waters of my own moister in remembrance; in the shadows of the waves.
Once I had thought to be dry docked upon the sands of an island uninhabited, so to gaze across the beautiful blue I claimed my own and cherished eternities end; for it was there I laid in wait of what I had.
I lied there on my back basking in the golden rays near the seas edge while letting the crystal blue waves splash upon my very soul and let the salt dry to my skin as I drifted; drifting in a dream, drifting in the sand.
Yet was it the day or something else in which caused my eyes to drift into the sky above, falling to rest in a dream of that once held in the waters I then lay beside and swam into the whirlpool that took me and released me?
Was it hours and was it days or could it have been weeks that passed before my ship while sailing without me as I awakened to find myself back on the ship and sailing once again in the waters I soon come to realize were my destiny.
A destiny of depth and shallows with mysteries spread across the oceans floor, waiting to be exposed with the use of bare hands digging in the sands of time and the time of which not wasted and yet not coming back.
Revealing even unto myself all things are possible; and yes, even to sail the same course in another journey without a moments loss without due to the timing of the movement from one wave to the next.