The Pier

Wooden beams and wooden planks

And salty sea scented air

Drew our souls near the edge

And then just held them there


The wind whipped our hair

The cold bit our noses

And by the waves we were softly sprayed

Eyes glued to the horizon


For nothing at all


We held each other close

At this point beyond the coast

I could hear his beating heart

And he could feel my shivering bones

And we knew without saying a word


We were small and insignificant

With dreams as vast as the sea of blue before us

But for a moment

We were content with being inessential

Happy to forget the world

Free of any hesitation

Free of any fear

Swallowed by love

Swallowed by the ocean


At the end of the pier


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