Fluttering on a distant breeze
Your words sail to me.
I pluck them from the sea,
Wipe off the salty film
And I feel free, at ease,
We’re dancing in a sort of mystery.

And isn’t it lovely?

I keep them
Wrapped in silk
To open and reopen
Incase there comes despair.
For now I know,
In the salty air, you’re there.