I don not understand what stirs in your mind. When first you asked who will come with you, I looked into your eyes in the early dawn. You pointed with lifted finger to the infinite sky that stretches west, the restless light that flickers on the waves like hope. Since then we sometimes saw the sun and sometimes clouds. Sometimes the sea was rough and sometimes calm.
Time flows on and wind strikes the sails.
The golden boat moves blithely forward. Now the sun descends in the western sky. Again you lift your eyes and smile silently. Soon the dark will spread her wings. The golden light will be lost in the evening sky.