I can feel the wind in my hair
as I lean over the old scarred wood railing.
Below me is a vast world of water
shining with the colours of blackened sapphires and emeralds
in the full moon’s light.

Stars dot the sky above me.
Like glorious gifts, from something bigger then I can understand.
Contentment and comfort overwhelm me.
How could anyone want more then this?
Need more then the basic beauty of the night sky
mirroring itself on the water.

The air smells like sea and earth and magic.
The ocean is in my soul,
or maybe my soul is in the ocean.
I find familiarity in the sounds.
Of the waves lapping against the shore
and, far away in the distance, animals singing their song into the night air.

It is on perfect nights like this
that I begin to wonder.
If somewhere far out in the vastness
another soul stands.
On some other old wooden pier;
Seeing just what I was.
Feeling just what I was.

I try to imagine who they are;
What their life is like;
And what they are thinking as they watch.
I wonder if upon meeting, we would be friends.
Or soul mates.
Or if the only thing we would ever share is the night air.
I wonder if we would ever meet, or pass by each other.
Or if we will forever be strangers on piers.

It is on these nights; with only the
moon, stars and sounds of the waves and animals as brethren.
With the wind in my hair.
That I feel the farthest away from loneliness that I have ever been.