Cold salty drops along my cheek. The full moon in the sky. A distant land. Many sailors all around yet alone. How would it feel to fall into your arms. How warm could it be.


I sail off into the dark proud and independent sailor of my boat. Captain of many languages manages the waves of cultures. There she goes. Mastering the waves. Cold salty ocean drops dripping down. Slowly down. Discovery is a lonely job. The job of the ocean captain. Lonely but yet never alone mastering the waves. No wave is too high and too wild for the brave captain.


There she goes yet again. Never showing the turmoil always head high. The moon high in the sky, the boat rocking gently on the waves, a gentle hot breeze. Sunset ahead. The horizon ahead. Comfort ahead. The captain thought strays unconsciously into the unknown. Brave sailor there she goes off towards another sunset.



  1. Luna
    September 21, 2019 / 12:07 am

    So beautiful words although sad and salted 😘

    • herethereinbetween
      September 21, 2019 / 12:11 am


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