Boy

Dear boy, I have returned here this evening, through trials of gladiatorial asceticism, to this quiet beach, where over a decade ago you sat, cast free, with pain of enforced liberation.
The ocean, wild lover, on mild nights companion – insightful, bearing answers of silence. And in the dawn returning, to be faced by harsh realities – again, some fear, no surrender – until vast, wandering paths be tread, and in this same spot stands the man, which a boy did once envision – free of hate, only life, only love – and mistakes serve as lessons, in the journey of the forgiven.