Watchful #poetry #photography


moored

Early the sea fills his nostrils

passion rises in his eyes

dawn glows on his face

she awaits his rough hands

casting off her sails billow

they crash against incoming tide

laughing they meet the day

she tastes the bitter dawn

her steps etched into the widows walk

so many tears shed how many remain

her fingers trace his horizon

crisp white sails against golden sunrise

her heart flutters willing him home

silent prayers for her fisherman

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