That drifting on the seas of time, with each wave’s rise, when crested at the peak, I may scan the horizon for thee, and gaze upon your unfurled sails silhouetted against the distant sun, I am given strength to take the plunge down the wave’s steep trough, to the sea’s valley, deep and shadowy, and sail on knowing that one day you shall sail with me.
(written after a spate of Melmoth. That book is sooo looong…)