He stands stiff and proud, hands on hips..
His hard face grizzled, burned brick-red
by the harsh glare of the sun on the waves..
At the very tip of the prow he scans the
horizon, he has no smile for the antics of
the frolicking Dolphins below..

His deepset eyes, the color of dark
clouds scudding across the evening sky,
seek only for the one bright light that
signifies, for him, joy and happiness..
He pictures her in his mind as she always
looks each time they say their goodbyes..

On the high bluff, her black hair loose,
tied back with a ribbon, long, blowing
in the wind.. She waves frantically, her
shawl clutched tight in the cold morning
air.. The picture is the same for him, she
means life, warmth, love.. He leans further
forward.. A slight smile warming his face..