One day


One day
I shall cross the ocean;
empty hands -
headfull of dreams.
The sun will set in a different sky
and the moon will move
among other stars.
I will wonder where I am,
wriggle my toes
and you'll brush wisps of hair
out of my eyes.
Where will I be?
On what sea?
You squeeze my hand
and tell me where I am.
It is a strange place -
but we are drawn to mystery.
You and I.
That which we can only faintly see.
A little like falling in love,
hurling headfirst,
eyes closed -
not knowing what may
or may not be.
Still.
The waves crash against
our heels; we turn back
to the sea - speckled green -
kiss, and melt by the moon.