We met on the sea’s edge,
where moonlight kissed the tide.
We danced through the salt-heavy night,
drank sweet wine as you spoke
of a million myriads
stars, souls, or stories, I never knew.

Tipsy, tipsy,
till the dawn broke us apart.
And then you were gone.

Sailor, where are you now?
Do you whisper my name to your myriads,
the way you once whispered theirs to me?

Who wrote to you that night,
when I wrote you into my heart?

Tonight, I raise a glass to the sea,
and to you,
wherever the tides have taken you.

Cheers 🥂