We stood on the bow of an old wooden ship. Splashing waves; music sounds; salty mists with each dip. I, in a white pheasant dress; you only in jeans. No one else on the deck; just us in bare feet. Your chest, warm to my back; wrapped in your loving arms. Mystic waters of black; Ocean sky casts moon and stars. Ancient lands strangely appear as completely in full view. You softly whisper in my ear, "This world's for me and you." A realm only for us; in dreams we meet there. Awakened, I touch dried salt in my hair.