And We Were Forever Changed
We were caught in the wild blue eye of the storm, sails billowing madly, waves towering over us.
“All is lost!” Our frenzied screams were drowned by the furious winds.
A man, bearded and barefoot, appeared from below deck.
His shoulder-length hair was unruffled, his tunic clean and dry.
“Don’t be afraid.” His gentle tones calmed us down.
“Steer toward the light.” A silver beam guided us safely to shore.
“How did you reach dry land?” the lightkeeper asked. We glanced up, but the lighthouse was dark.
“The strange man, the stowaway …” We turned, but there was no one there.