When it's time to leave
Items distilled into bags
A tear for hardships grieved,
A smile for memories had.

You'll be satisfied
being hypnotised
by the blonde
with the blue eyes
or the girl with
the brown eyes
or the lady and her
green eyes,

one day
you will be satisfied.

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

full dinner and wine
tasty healthy and filling
reflect on the day

the night was quiet
until a siren's loud blast
someone has problems

a pale white full moon
you feel it in your quiet
it rouses ideas

smooth out the bedding
hmm the pillows are perfect
now it's good night time

You will always be to me,
Surrounded by a dark, black, flowing sea –
Its waves and textures enticing me.

For I, a sailor so obsessed,
My fascination with your ocean in unrest,
Has me completely possessed.
In a beauty so limitless,
From its roots to its depths.

I drown in it fearless –