How long to the cove
will he take tonight ?
The half-moon hangs low
to shine him the way.
He will beach his small craft
and walk the last mile,
Across sea-scented sand,
and over the stile, he will
Cross the dark valley,
and after a while
I shall hear the latch,
and he's home to stay.
lyrical... beautiful imagery...one can feel it and be right there...