Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Golden Rays

Golden Rays by TomRaven
Golden Rays, a photo by TomRaven on Flickr.

"A lonely sail gleams in the morning
A lonely stranger in the sea
What does he seek in country foreign,
What kind of trouble does he flee?

The waves are swelling, wind is whistling
The mast is bending with a creak
It is not happiness he's seeking
And it's not happiness he flees

The stream beneath is bright as azure
Above the sun sends golden rays...
Yet he, the rebel, seeks a tempest
As if the tempest brings him peace."

M. Lermontov

Somehwere in the Caribbean Sea between Cuba and Haiti...

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