And as the North wind blows
the view of a saltmarsh; misty.
diving at sea life exposed by the low outgoing changing tide.
Moonbeams streamed into a warm room,
as your reflection is silhouetted off a crystal light shade.
were falling in parallel unison,
and ice cracked with the shifting tide.
were content as our warmth
increased with every breath.
I looked outside a frosted window
saw high tide reach peak, and
surrounded the sea grass for another eight hours.
As the North wind blew, echoes came from waves crashing against
our thoughts sailed back into the mist
echoing against the bare walls of our frosted room.