To be a sunrise,
A golden hue that silently wakes the ocean blue.
To be the ocean
that awakens, outstretching
its glassy sheaths of morning dew.
To be the morning hour,
a delicate space of time
where the seas sip their first breath,
signaling the birth of a new day.
To be the clouds—
clouds stained in gentle rouge,
kissed by the lips of Neptune’s Sea-Garden Muse.
Liminality:
A place of in-between
where stillness echoes
a sailor’s heart's soul melody.
We became the witness,
the eyes and ears
of the Atlantic East.
And this time,
our morning crew knew
life would never be the same.
For there were no words to exchange;
instead, our hearts found
a seat on Adrienne’s wooden beams.
Together,
we held invisible hands,
greeted by life’s miraculous mysteries.
To be a Sailor...
Mahalo to Captain Erik and First Mate Tim,
who just know... from the deepest layers of their heart and skin.
Nicole | Adrienne II Crew
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