Before they slide into the sea
Nothing means more
than you being here with me
Sextant or compass
Merely point the way
Love can only blindly lead
Where others go astray.
By the stars in your eyes I could navigate
dark waters of my soul’s secret longing
Where hope is buoyed upon choppy seas
by the steady rhythm of a beacon heart
Where I hug the forbidden shoreline
find comfort in shelter of harbour
And drop this heavy anchor of desire
Into the berth of tomorrow.