On another lyrical tide of a prose

 Considering how my days have been spent 'ere, in a moment in time that spans lifetimes from a moment when in want of writing a thought or two uncaptured by medium no other but words whose folds contained spaces experiences could snuggle in if only I could spend enough time getting those words to contain those experiences which volumes of words couldnt well enough but a word in just the right lilt and in sequence tasted and chosen by the aftertaste left behind that contains a hue from the droplet that trickled into my experiential ocean from wheresoever time couldnt trace the origins unless cared enough..somewhere between then and now, time again came in today to remind me of that which I yearned (?) and reached out for, reminding me once again of the line where the sky meets the sea that I thought I had camped out in and made a life in, but that line is also something to be reached out for, else there is not that going to reach for, like everybody else does, as a goal-line that holds onto that spot where there is freedom enough to buoy and surf the tide on and be free enough to be happily unbound to whip a magic out of nothing and holler another song to the wind for the surf to catch and sing back!