Hearth and Home

...an interpretation of a dream From out the swirling surf he plucked a maiden fair, and in distress, whose innocence enthralled him so that he could not express in speech, articulate her loveliness. He took her to his breast and blessed her, held her close, and quieted her fears; it was as if she knew him well, such recognition in her eyes, as joy and peace didst dry away her tears. They joined in union, they enjoyed the purest of all sacraments, unsullied by lascivious display. They blended, as a tree merged with the sky, a fusion of the elements. Was he a Sea King, she a nymph, protected by his gentle touch, a child of God in need of succor, he the providence that calmed her, proffered bliss she craved so much? Or were they lovers found in time? wanderers who claimed their hearth and home, dreamers living heaven, bound together now as one and sanctified, no more to roam.