Moonlight held her,
the sea unending.
Her boat rocked softly,
with the ripple of water.

She was grateful for the breeze,
the quiet night

She remembered days of fire,
the sun scorching her skin.
Days of fury,
waves that wanted
to crush her.

Time melted;
hours into days,
days into years,
until even time
was lost.

Yet a shadow of a place remained,
Hidden in the deepest corners of her mind:
Solid earth beneath her feet,
Fields golden in the sun,
Air fragrant with freshly baked bread
and sweet jasmine blossoms,
Voices bright with laughter,
A hearth that glowed with warmth,
Arms that sheltered her in safety,
A love that asked nothing
in return.

She desperately clung
to this image,
perhaps only a dream.

But just in case,
she picked up the oars
and rowed.