He came into my life like a boat
coming into the harbor.  He lifted me 
                                     up, up above 

the land I knew,
into something else I                  
                                  did not know,
something else that was 
                
                                 beautiful.

His eyes were the color of dark timber,

sad & tired & beautiful.  His skin was the 

                              color of the rising sun,
and I slipped                               

                                    into him   
                                                     
                when dawn
came & 

we sailed out             
of shore.  Rowing, always 

rowing.


© 2006 Apryl Fox