I’d love to meet you in this distant town, just like that, by the way, strolling on the pier like this, on the line in the middle of the sea, above the blue sky, not knowing if I walk on the sea or on the heavenly seas (courts). So, just like that,
we would soar (sail) not moving, be buried in the eyes, and they would sail showing years of separation.
We would swim in them, dive into where we started and just turn ourselves. One from the other. Under the threat of sudden drowning from the deepest pain and love. (Oh, let our ships strand!).