When the sunset casts its crimson
glow across the horizon, I think of you.
The ocean is thick with salt , the sand
a sculpture of an ambivalent tide.
I am pared down to dark and light.
I unfasten our keepsake filled with
swords and sighs to coax alive the
brightest stars that I might find you
in wind furled sails.
The sea is a moon struck epiphany and
with the merest chance of finding you
I cast my dreams to an incoming storm as
Though I am the rain with nothing to
remember or forget.
“Lost Boat” by Widyantara at Deviant Art