Rough Seas

Perhaps we have forgotten
the better days
when we were new
moon lit dinners
far away in magical places
long trips
just you and me
traveling along the dark ocean road
in the quiet of the night
back to our bed
and silence.

All the adventures
they are still in my mind
more so than
hardships past
by my hand or yours

I long for those again
I want those again
the happiness
the freedom
laughing
dancing
walking
hand in hand

with you, so gentle
and sure
so much in love
with me
and I in love with you

there was a sense of
stewardship
back then

Ps~Although I may be
on course and the sky appears clear
does not mean I no longer need
a steward for my ship

~Jenny