The Adrestia

Another little ode to my wife

Let's sail away,

and sway a moonlit waltz,

while we drift and dot around.

The Fault lines; forgot about.

We'll ride the waves,

Hide in havens of sacred shores,

Tempt ourselves with hidden doors,

Somebody else's wars, the pitfalls.

 

Rest 'neath the stars,

and carry away our fears and dreams,

To sleepless passion, Ecstasy,

To rinse and then repeat.

Visit every coast,

And toast to what we loved the most,

The company, always, 

but the views are close.

The world might shrink

but my love just grows.