I hoped
We would
Stay like
Yesterday evening
Forever.
I hoped eternity would wrap
A blanket around
Our shoulders as
We sat by the fire
And watched it burn.
Earlier, the sailing was hard.
It was a bad day where
I just kept hitting my head
And falling in.
I found I didn't
Enjoy it
As much as usual.
Maybe it was my thoughts on
Will that were distracting me.
Lauren said I did the right thing:
That must count for something.
But I didn't want to lose him
For good.
So Lauren and I
Went up
To him and told
Him the truth.
And in the end
He forgave us
For whatever he
Was angry at us for.
After sailing today, Will, Lauren and I
Went back to the Kaffee House
And we devised a plan.
As the sun dipped behind the horizon,
We approached the tied up boats
And with rucksacks full of supplies
On our backs
We cast off.
We knew we would get in trouble but
We didn't care.
We sailed over to the main Island
We christened Moorhen Island
And set up a small camp
Like in Swallows and Amazons
The night cast shadows and we were set.
There was food and
Drink and in our sleeping bags
We sat around the fire
Blissful and content.
Then out of the blue
We heard footsteps.
Possibilities flash through my mind
Murderers, our instructor, ghosts, fishermen,
But it was only
You.
We sat and stared for a very long time.
And in the end
You just settled down
Next to me
And looked into the fire.
Eventually you talked about
How you had seen us at the
Kaffee House
And you wanted to know,
What we were doing.
And you wanted to amend
Your relationship with
Lauren.
Lauren said she forgave you
For whatever you did wrong
And you seemed to be happy with that.
After a while,
We started to talk about Oscar River
Again.
And we didn't mean to but
Lauren and I started to tell the
Truth.
Then we stopped ourselves.
No one can know
For it is too deeply
Buried within us.
And as I write this
I am watching you sleep softly.
You have long eyelashes
And you smile
In your sleep.
The sun is rising, higher and
Higher and
You seem to be glowing
At my feet,
In your sleeping bag.
I know you fit in
With the wrong crowd but
I think you fit in with us
Too.
I wonder if you ever think about me
The way I
Think about you.
I wonder if you dream
About me
Too.
The colours of the morning sky are
Fading again.
They remind me
That I am supposed to
Be
Brave.
(Found in the reeds at Moorhen Island)