With sail seas fierce fight Pull rigging hard tack with might No siren delight

Under covers roll Hatching plans for wild mischief Enjoying giggles

Patchwork ink and scars Body maps of lives making Beautiful quilting

Sullen is the wait Stomach feels a false hunger Phone’s ring I’m craving

Racing mind zigzags Actors play scenes with no plot Attention won’t hold

Patches of rainfall Flashes of sun radiate Indoor laze day due

Your eyes reflecting Precious stories long silent Told by fire light

A million night skies None will ever steal or match Your deep ink and hue