Late nights and stormy skies
lock in our hearts
our innocence
our souls
delicate muslin squares
underneath our vintage teacups
just outside the Dover castle
overlooking rolling green hills
the elements making us feel
whole once more
regaining a part of us we had lost
long ago
the black holes of our minds
no longer filled with dread
but peace and serenity and
that light at the end of the tunnel
as we wade in the water
awed by the beauty not only
of the white cliffs
but also of everything around us
and simply
life