I do wonder how it goes from here
You. Me. Us.
I'm scared, no, terrified
Of the limitless sea of possibilities
And to think of fishing out
A single quaint shell..
They're all here.
Dark and not so dark.
Plain and not so plain.
Deep and not so deep.
Will we fish for a shell, my love
Or shall we bleed with a sharkbite?
Hold my hand will you!
Oh! You're shaking too!
Oh don't you confuse between
A shrimp and a prawn
Or would you just have an oyster instead?
I wonder how we can cast these nets
Far and wide, or small and deep
Will we catch game
Or get caught, cut and bleeding
Trapped in our own nets
But I guess..
We take chances, don't we love?
A chance between a raft and a dinghy
A chance between a net and a rod
A chance between you and me!
A chance between holding hands or skipping away..!
I'm glad you're here..
Perhaps also that your hand shakes as mine..
Definitely glad it's intertwined in mine
There may be darkness outside
But our eyes twinkle brighter
than every inferno there was or will be
There shall always be a sunset
But let's ride into the sunrise first
