The lull was her love

She set forth toward the sea,
to the beautiful little town
with the golden lights in paper lanterns
and the fulfillment of life in her soul.
She took only her love.
She took only her ambition.
She took her regrets and grudges
and buried them in the sea
before her journey forward.
As she sit quietly, lulled by the boat,
she whispered the sweetest things,
as if singing calmed the seas.

The lull was her love;

he would do everything

to see to it promptly,

that she'd make it to the beautiful little town.
She was his one true love,
and he was her everything.
He gave her peace,
she gave him serenity.
They both took to the sea,
and rowed gently downstream
that led to the town,

but twas only a dream.

-LJ

4 January 2015

revised 21 & 23 April 2016