Floating off the wave-torn
Wind, a feathery voice
Red with laughter
Tickles my ears,
Hardly felt,
Wholly unheard.
A silver smile lights the seas,
A shade too faint, too far.
Only a vague twinkle touches the eye.
And though a billion
Leagues of churning surf
Stand between,
I know you are more lovely
Than all the crystal water
Keeping us apart.
He Who Wanders 