Southern Cross
The night veiled in black crept over the sun dying in the West.
Enjoy strained on anchor as she pointed into the wind
There my love and I lay on deck waiting the symphony of the star shrouded night .
I pointed ,there look my dear see it , see it so clear . The Southern cross there she be like a portal to eternity.
So perfect was the moment and how much we silently wanted this moment to last but in silence we knew this too will pass.
But for that moment all was sublime
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