Held on tightly
To mournful delightful
Words shedding down
A certain slant of light

Carried me onward
Into my enlightening
Years oft slighted
Hands held tightened

Let go realise
I never knew who
Bold and bright
She was me in spite of

Centuries between
Longing look at frond
A delicate hand
Responds to us not

Forget blue floral
Tongue tied knot
Unraveling over endless
Sails swept away

As long as the storm
Brews on horizon
Grip is tight
Bow turned windward

Fears stilled inward
At first sight
Of love