From my series of doorway/window paintings. More on those later, I hope.

Really, this poem properly belongs to Valentines Day…

Wild Nights

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!

—Emily Dickinson