The Sacred Voyage
Stranded on smoldering shore is a cerulean-skinned Sea Nymph
Betrayed in peekaboo, Nymph’s tail was bitten by a shark.
Hence, Nymph imposed self-exile,
Lived under disguise in cosmopolitan isle.
Once she saw a paper-boat, floating along grinning ripples
Her surreal glance, transmutes paper boat into an inflatable
A silver-soaked baby angel, was perched on that inflatable.
Startled, Nymph realizes, he is a baby Seraphim, perhaps abandoned.
Nymph’s eyes welled to see his trembling palms.
She cuddled him; twilight sky glimmered in their hallowed embrace.
Both yearned for respective havens, inflatable however the only vehicle.
A lightning bolt, an empyrean indicator, advocates sky route
Ecstatic beams emanate from Seraphim’s face
The blue iris landscape outside his tree- house
Seemed to wave at him through the celestial gaze.
Meanwhile, the kaleidoscope called infinite confirms, demise of Seraphim’s mother.
Pallid and stone washed, Nymph writhes in that heart-wrenching jolt
Her fin wounds by now looked like sodden purple-oozing dents
But her flowing tresses shrugged those blood clumps.
The steely resoluteness in Nymph’s eyes affirmed,
That baby Seraphim has found a new mother.