Our transmission doesn’t end
This connection cannot bend
We touch the other without feeling
We need not speak to know our meaning
We meet inside a sacred spot
Outside of those that can be sought
We’re past and present and future tide
Matchless against our own divide
I’m the steering round the rocks
I’m the certainty of dock
I’m the strength stitched into seams
I’m the broadness of the beam
I’m the safety in the knot
I’m the alpha after nought
A triptych of earth and water and sun
That all other beauty should be undone
She may sail yare
But he’ll never get far
If he’s guided by winds
Instead of the stars
I followed these waves
To where I was before
If he was my sea,
Surely you are my shore
malarky musings 