Wind and Waves
By hearth and home, I wait endlessly, as your pale ship sails through interwoven sea and sky. I weep and wonder and worry, dreading the moon-cold lonely nights. Gold of sunset, rose of dawn, and still no sight of you, my love, my dear, my trueling.
Then, your astonishing letter. White sails in the harbor, my petticoats flying, the gulls rejoicing. I bind my hair, bank the fires, don a waistcoat and breeches, a three-corner hat.
And now a different home awaits us – dark blue sea-foam, stars swirling in our wake – the Captain and his First and only Mate.