Set out again into the blue night, to offer my thoughts to the lonesome sea.
But the sea wasn’t lonely. She was crashing and dancing, under the indigo sky.
We were the lonely ones, the people who had come to the edge of where the world starts, hoping for something.
And as the light waned, we huddled nearer eachother, breathing the world’s breath; mindlessly comforted by the tide’s rhythm.
I thought of you when a spark glowed suddenly on the edge of the cold sea. Those thoughts kept me warm through morning.