Dreamers

 

Dreamers

Don’t wake us up

We were lost far at sea

Inside my father’s old fishing canoe

There, we were both meant to be

Being vulnerable was our routine

Every moment was well spent 

We collided by our imperfections 

Faith was our rafters 

In the morning I fish, while she read

When the sun went down

Our dreams became even brighter 

At night, when she glows like the stars 

I would write, and it was just another day at sea.