The Gift

At long last the stinging salt spray carried upon the wind abated

It had determined an extraordinary clarity in its wake

The gift of inner sight had been given to me for the very first time  Translucent waves, green through green washed time away

Tides ebbed and flowed, blessing the last boy on earth with vision

Within the boy it had forged depth and magnitude

Where once only a solitary dimension existed

 Brushing unimaginable colours and exhilarating definition

 Astonishing imagery where once only discarded memories endured