Just as my eyes begin to adjust to the salty darkness,
they distinguish your shadowy figure,
struggling to discriminate your form from the obscure.
They battle to hold on to your silhouette,
to define it against the sea’s shades of night.
Having been blurred for so long,
I find your face has begun to clear.
A heavy fog lifts gradually.
slipping on sand.
Fumbling in fear,
I reach out my hand,
you will take it.