I went up the west coast...

and on the edge of the sea...

I found love.

Rocked by the tides,
we slept on a ship, were woken by the dawn
met pulling ropes barefoot on deck to steady our berth.

Afterwards in the dark we whispered love, before setting sail.

We will take different courses.

Until the currents pull us back together again.





Another in an incidental series.