Further Still

Further Still

Waves quietly lapped against the moonlit shore. Several small lights glowed on the coast. Most of the shops were closed, save for a few cafes, orange light spilling out onto the sidewalk. And except for the people sat in these shops, chatting in the glow, the town slept.

Off in the distance a small yacht rocked, shining silver from the moon. A great man sat with a tumbler, the golden liquid gently tipping with the ship. He wondered where else he could go as he stared into the stars.

Further still was a great ship, almost invisible from the shore. Alone in the ocean, and yet no one on it was lonely. Lights hung on ropes, bathing the massive deck with the light. And on the deck danced lovers. So far away, and yet so near.

Near to others, far from the world.

2011