Out of the night, into the water,
We push the boat from shore.
Breaking the air in the stillness of the bay.
Intensity of stars reflected in the harbour,
Silently ignite.
The oar dips in to oil like water and we,
Are away.
Your hand won't write, not tonight,
But your mind may wander.
Into those deep lagoons that you know.
And your boat will go, by starlight alone.
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