...The Western Chronicles - ....Anxiety II

12 cycles of constant toil
Midnight candles constantly glowing...slowly melting
Our minds torn apart from reality
Immersed in a pool of ideals
Secret and open pleasures forgotten
Constantly chasing the dreams of our future
Hidden patterns and secrets
Old habits suddenly overcome
Time nearly too short
The hope of satisfaction....of respect....of fulfilment constantly fading
Anxiety!

A mission near impossible
Time, beyond a necessity...more like a desperation
Stored wagers continually depleting
A situation worsened by over-bloated egos
Leaving beacons of help "unlighted"
Horrid opinions pondered...yet none exploited
The curtain drawing on an already bleak future
Awaiting the winner of the duel between reason and ego
Anxiety!

Ten cycles already gone atop the oceans
A blissful voyage at first
Calm hearts and minds with candle light evenings atop the deck
Slowly marred by restless spirits
An infectious disease
Driving each to a delirious state
With a short budding period yet a re-infectious capacity
It slowly turns to an epidemic
Thoughts of abandonment pondered by the sane
Only to be infected as they lower their escape boats
A curse of the gods? Maybe.....
A way out eluding the rather troubled mind of the captain
Anxiety!

A mind riddled with different shades of different colours
An open book with unending pages
Unknowingly cunny and slippery
Masking its loving, forgiving, kind and intuitive allure
Driving other minds to frustration
Grossly misunderstood....falsely accused
An exodus started
Leaving it disappointed and disheartened
Anxiety!

...The Western Chronicles - ....The Sea Angel II

Secret trips to the shores
Ancient whispers continually echoing
Promises made remembered
Lots of questions left unanswered
Hope kept alive or purely the curiosity of untasted passions?

In reminiscence....
Hurts of the past relived....scares turned once again to wounds
Minds like itchy fingers
Slowly scraping through.....once again drawing blood
The scent of, attracting her from the ocean depths
Past hungers once again aroused
A stronger mind awaiting patiently
The wrath of the gods fully anticipated

In her enchanting allure she stands again
A lovely being....a beautiful heart...tainted by they chains of the gods
Hers not a battle to begin
Her sheath swordless,  her bow devoid of any arrow
Rather soothing words....soft touches
Silently dressing opened wounds with aloe
Lest they leave behind ugly scars
Quietly erasing the ugly past....
Leaving behind only beautiful memories
Questions answered.....anger lost
The shores shockingly quiet

Certainly not the anticipated outcome
Battle ready minds left stuttering by the shores
Time too short...for the gods once again are angered
Swearing at the boldness of the captain in thunderous bolts
Stirring the oceans....for a storm against the hinterlands
In respect....in love....the rendezvous planned to end
Once again, promises made....
As weary feet scuttle away from the shores
Yet still....a few stolen glances over the shoulder
To once more behold the lovely essence
Of the Sea Angel.