Words manifest inrequently. Thoughts are in control and they devour the present in favour of a distant future where we are floating through the fjords, aimlessly. No need for direction. I lay back in your arms, you sweep the hair from my eyes and kiss my forehead gently. We are home.

I watch the waves as they swell and dip like an infinite melody. No words need be spoken. Even as the rain begins to fall there's still sunlight on the horizon. The clouds they come and go but you're with me and squeeze my hand gently, a reminder not needed but welcomed anyway. We are home.

The swell is surging sirens calling us to shipwreck like an open hand the wave reaches out and takes the vessel under but I feel no fear. We're not drowning. We're dancing in slow motion. You spin me away but you don't let go. We are home.