Asking For Home

Stretching my eyes forth across the sea, I see nothing of which in the horizon that holds my attention.. Just the same blues and darkness amidst the clouds above this water I have found to call home.
Though still I open my mouth and shout for the reply my soul has sought for generations beyond the bow and stern; port-side and aft and yet still I find myself sailing on my own.
The glitters in the waters and sparkles of the sky have seemingly dispersed deeper into the deep and I wonder should I follow the shiny things that men are after, a shy of being late as I jump into the swells?
In a divers position I swim deeper in the blues, cooling my skin from the heat of the seas retention from the sun. I close my eyes to the salt and see all that passes my weary body in awe that a human is so intense.
Should the waters keep rising above me, surely I will find the sandy bottom and before my lungs collapse while tiny bubbles surround me, and even though I am not a praying man and yet I pray they are not mine.
But what is this I am thinking, for my mind is throbbing into thoughts I am not sure of, thoughts that are seemingly not mine for I know where I must be and what I should be about. Therefore I roll as a seal would in the waters with belly atop.
My salt forbidden eyes see the bottom of my ship is still floating where I last anchored and the chains are still taught. For it has been sometime but I struggle to the links that are brazened with rust and begin yet another climb.
Just as my hand reaches out for the lifeline to air, my mouth once again opens in a gasp and I feel the waters flow through my throat and suck deep into my lungs as I have felt once before in this journey of loneliness.
My feet begin to dangle and it feels as though something has hold of my ankles pulling me to that of that I search and yet my wrists are captured as well and with the same pulling I become a sunken buoy with no where to go.
No floating; no sinking, I cry out to the angels of which I am entertaining and to the angels who have no care. I scream to the White Spirit of which started this journey and ask “to be sent home”.