silhouettes

silhouettes
in the setting sun

a bobbing
boat-filled harbour

salt bitten cottages
and the quilted peace
of a strange bed

leaded windows 
and fresh fanged breezes 
that comb 
hillsides and trees

all the kindnesses
that I have known 

conspired with you 
to find such beauty 
in the simplest things

night-night my love
see you in the morning