NICK'S ELECTRICAL TEST EQUIPMENT

The sea, the sky
The wind, the air
Her legs, her arms
Her sun kissed hair
Looking over the water
To an unknown shore
Hidden by the swirling fog
Of a Scottish moor
A foghorn cuts shrilly threw the night
Her body shivers, she holds me tight
The wind whispers softly about the fog
The forlorn croak of an unseen frog
The breeze lightly caresses her cheek
She falls against me, her body weak
The wispy mist hides us from view
The ground still wet from morning dew
The sound of paddles breaks the night once more
A familiar light bobs, from anothe shore
As the suns first rays pierce the veil
The wind pick up to a violent gale
The little boat fights through the stormy sea
To come to rest against the quay
And to it we slowly make our way
Huddled close against the spray
Looking back to shore
Remembering that tiny house
On a the Scottish moor