I should like the sea to freeze over.
Just for me,
And you,
I guess.

It'd be like glass,
Beautiful clear.

We'd walk over top,
There is no black treachery here.
Safe ice.
Loving ice.
And the softest of winds.

We'd fulfill all of life plans,
Made not to be kept.

And sitting on my blanket,
We'd picnic in the middle of the sea.

Alone in the middle of the sea.