The Fisherman's Tale

The sun bid farewell to the cold dusk sky, Fog drew its curtains around the village, My boat came closer, I let out a sigh. She was there smiling, waiting on the dock, I glanced at the empty net, then at her, In my thoughts, I heard the bell of the clock. Her smile lifted my heavy weight of guilt, I held her hand as my feet touched the dock, She handed my lunch, revived my heart's wilt. It was a sandwich, a lettuce on top, A tomato below, not a king's meal, But no less sweeter than god's golden crop. We walked in embrace under the full moon, The bridge, now bathed in the lamp's golden light, I prayed in heart, let the night not end soon. Sponsor - Eve Roper Contest Name - Put Yourself In Their Shoes Date - 24/09/2023