The Gift

I had been sick but
I knew I would get better when
the sea appeared in my dream
the other night because you
see I spent too many moments
with my father from whom I
acquired the gift of seeing and
thus the curse of melanchioly
and he often sat alone looking
towards the direction of the
sea many, many miles away
he was pensive and could
never reconcile happiness with
the greed and selfishness of
the world he chose to live in, so
he sat and looked, as the sea
appeared in my dream, I
choose the sea where I will
drown my curse and my gift and
will return to the quiaint and
pristine world, my island and
sanctuary, where I have the
sea at my beck and call, and
my beloved, who never cease
to love me, despite my
gift