follow me into the blue away the life we used to live like new the harbor shining in our eyes once stained glass half full of dreams
He was a sailor, she was the sea. Theirs was a romance meant to be: Long in the harbor waiting kept, Restlessly searching, neither slept, Waves upon years of motion, churning, Seeking the other, reaching, yearning -- Lines in the harbor tried and failed. Few had the heart for where they sailed -- This took a new kind of bravery: He was sailor, she was the sea.
I loved it ❣️ it was beautiful.
He was a sailor, she was the sea…<3
Is this Whitby? It looks familiar.
It is indeed!
I was there once, on a gorgeous summer day. Only two years ago…but it feels like 20.