Well may all harbour
Ill feeling
As constant as
Heavenly bodies orbit

As rolling swell lifts
Carries me toward
My destination 
Quaint boat shed

Only one fish
To be seen
Grasses weeds sponges
Sand wrinkles between

Two laps of this ocean
Though not counting
No walls to bounce off
Just freedom

So it is with
Harbouring love
Quietly, waves surge
Crash on shores

Squeal of delight
Taken by surprise
Gentle forces
Holding me, floating