I dreamt I had a fishing boat.

Trying hard to keep myself afloat.

Sail the seas with my first mate.

To save me from sinking, like a weight.

No champagne launch, just salty water.

The boat was named The Fisherman’s Daughter”

She would protect me on my journey.

From wrecks and mermaids that still haunt me.

Cutting through the rising tides.

White roses painted on her sides.

Never caught and never kissed.

She guides me through the Northern mists.

Then all went quiet without intention.

Salt water inside the diesel engine.

I span the wheel and nearly sank her.

She lowered down a saving anchor.

Sat waiting for the tide to turn.

There’s so much that I need to learn.

How to navigate to safer water.

Within the arms of the Fisherman’s Daughter.