Beyond my beloved horizon, where the moon spills silver on the tide,
I chase the echo of your name through salt and starlight.
The compass spins, yet my heart points true—
a ghost-map of kisses inked on wind-worn skin.
We are the unwritten chart, the vow the sea could never drown;
in every cresting wave your laughter breaks,
and I sail on, fearless of the dark,
for love is the endless latitude that keeps my horizon
forever just beyond—yet always within.