As sailors by the night time skies,
Love let me read your star-lit eyes.
And navigate your moon kissed face,
To lead us to our sheltered place.
The wind behind our sail will lead,
And float us where we will not need.
To fear each season’s tempest freeze,
A haven from the stormy seas.
Our ship in harbour will not roam,
An anchor pitched will find its home.
By Fiona Lochhead 2010